"You lost me the night you tried to sexually assault me," I begin calmly. "You lost me when nobody helped me. You lost me when everyone forgave you, saying that it was the alcohol. YOU LOST ME! When you hit me, when you tried to KILL ME!" I am screaming at this point. "Gryffindor was supposed to be the brave house, where people stood up for the good and defeated the bad. To have courage to speak up, to protect each other against harm," I let my eyes travel the long table, ending at Harry. "The house where friends helped each other and not try to keep the peace for their own profit. You lost me, when you choose Ron over me in the hallway after Yule ball," I tell him directly. 