"Where?" He couldn't believe that had made it in the books. Harry hadn't read it a single one. "And Malfoy didn't do that. He acted... like a child should." A child with loving parents who spoiled him. He knew he was worth something while Harry had no sense of what was normal or not. "I'm sure there are plenty of stories that are made up, especially the orgies. They never let the fact that they couldn't name a single person present stop them, especially Skeeter."
He looked at Sirius. "You should get a hobby. You had a tendency of doing stupid things when bored. We'll need to stake out the Muggle world. It won't be easy with all the cameras. It's probably gotten worse in the past thirty-five years."
Harry knew how much that meant to Sirius. "I know he wasn't. It's taken me a while to understand, and I know they loved me. That's the one thing I'm sure of." His survival proved his mother's love. "let's go back to the tower and talk. I can find a room later, something closer to the entrance. We need to start dealing with security around here. I walked in without a problem. What happens if the next person through that door is Voldemort? Or any psychotic dark wizard? The Gryffindor common room is too far."