"Yes. The things I heard her say were things I have said, or near enough. And more – I said more than just those." It was like he was confessing; shriving himself, and the words tumbled out, rushed and small. "I said things that were worse than that. Laughed about things that...Merlin, I can't tell you, because...because in a way it's worse somehow than telling you about Greyback and the kids...because it's about you." He stared at her, anguished. "I don't know how much of what I said was to impress the other Slytherins, and how much I really, truly believed, but does that really matter? I believed enough of it. I said... And I don't even know if I would have really cared if Crabbe and –"