"No. He’s too dangerous, just look at what he did to his girlfriend." Moody hit the cage again. Moody was speaking in riddles, he was performing. The odds he truly believed what happened to both Ginny and Snape were Harry’s fault were low but it didn’t matter, the outcome was still the same. Harry was a twisted mass of manipulated emotions hanging on the edge of his sanity, held together by guilt and shame. He would do anything Moody asked. 