"I've never punched Draco! Hermione slapped him once in third year, but I've never touched him. God, what is wrong with people?" he said. "From the sound of it, none of it is worth reading. Did they mention that he lied to save me, Ron and Hermione? Did they say that he didn't want to hand me over to Voldemort? I really hate these stories about me."
Harry jumped off the wall and put a hand on Albus' shoulder. It might not seem much, but Harry wasn't one to initiate contact. "I don't know what happened between now and when you went to school but I can tell you for sure that there's absolutely nothing wrong with being sorted in Slytherin and if I told you otherwise, I was wrong."
He sighed. "Albus, I can't guess what happened in the past, but I can't imagine any good reason why I'd hate you or you being sorted in Slytherin. Whatever the reason, it must have had little to do with you and a lot to do with me."