"All those freaky plants from first year." Ron chuckled, "Who would know that Devil's Snare would be the first thing in the wizarding world out to kill us?" The moment this sentence had left his mouth, the redhead whipped around and wrapped his best friend in a bone-crushing hug. "No ... never, Harry, by Morgana, No!" Hermione immediately mirrored his position, holding on to their smallest friend, rubbing his back comfortingly. "You are not a freak, and you are worth something. My god, what did these vile muggles do? I ...," her voice was full of tears again, a pain so profound it was breaking their hearts, even though Snape was sure it was not her own. Harry was not making a single noise. He just sat curled up between his two friends, knees pulled tight to his chests, arms wrapped around them, rocking back and forth. Ron's words were barely louder than a gush of wind, "You are a wizard, Harry. That does not make you a monster or a freak, and it certainly does not make you expendable, just because you have some freaky prophecy hanging over your head. You are ..."