"In any case," she continues, "I well and truly racked my brains about you. At one point I was certain that thanks to your parents and the pure-blood society you grew up in, you had no choice but to act like a little shit. That you just didn't know any better. I felt sorry for you. It even went so far that, in sixth year, I was genuinely worried about you. You were in such bad shape it scared the hell out of me. While I constantly defended you, Harry was adamant that you had voluntarily joined the Death Eaters and were up to something. I argued with him about it more than once. Kept telling him he had no proof and to just leave you alone."