Harry knew he shouldn't answer. How many times had he been asked about death and celebrations? Now, there was no Ministry spokesman to keep him quiet. "I think that we had two wars. One that led to my parents' death and the deaths of a lot of people. We had a second one in 1998 with fifty-two dead. People at large like to feel grief and sadness when they did nothing to stop the war and don't have the right to feel that grief. It's ours. It belongs to those of us who risked our lives and lost family and friends. So no, I don't understand the scope of the hypocrisy that lived in our society."
He took a deep breath, because this was becoming tedious. "No, Sirius did not betray my parents. I've known that since I was thirteen. Once again, I did a much better job at listening that everyone in our world." He frowned. "Do you even know them? And I don't mean you were in the same dormitory." There were plenty of people in Gryffindor whose names he couldn't remember.