Finally, the third year comes, and at the start, it is perhaps the very best of his years. Yes, his first year held the most wonder, but it had been eclipsed by the worry of returning to the Dursleys after going to a magic school. Now, he knows what he will face and that he can survive. Now, he was a target for all that anger. It is perfect. Yes, maybe Voldemort killed his parents, but the man responsible for handing them over is after him. Sirius Black is within reach, and all the hurt, all the questioning, all the sorrow, has an outlet. He lets his anger burn, saying and doing things that he knows...maybe he shouldn’t, but he doesn’t care, even if it earns him those almost-scared looks from Ron and Hermione once more. They know he would never do anything, right?