“I don’t know why someone didn’t rescue you from the Quidditch match. It looks like someone was screwing around with your broom. It’s easy to counter silly spells like that.”
Harry thought a moment. “But why would someone mess up my broom…?”
“You’ve obviously made an enemy out of someone.” Severus shrugged.
“…maybe it was Draco.”
“Perhaps. In any case, I’m glad you’re dead. I’ve never had a friend before.”
“Wait…”...
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