Harry squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away. That was--
How could family--
That was just--
Harry felt ill. First, he hadn't thought of that day, the day he'd been possessed by Voldemort in years, and reliving it-- And then Draco's-- Bellatrix--
"I didn't mean to," he finally managed to croak, and shook his head again, unable to look up at Draco. "I'm sorry, I didn't-- I did that to Snape too, I don't know-- I don't know how...--"