Harry watched Mandy walk away, then briefly around the room; Ron and Hermione were dancing without incident, and the Malfoys and Bellatrix were speaking quietly, no doubt about something evil.
That git Malfoy and his posse of morons were there too. He felt this unaccountable urge to hex the lot of them - just because.
He leaned against the door, feeling the coldness of the old iron hinges seep through his robes.
"He ... left for work and never came back. And you think Pettigrew had something to do with this?" He forced his voice to be calm, even as the tell-tale thick clog of tears formed in his throat. "This has something to do with Hogsmeade, doesn't it? And the Mark, and those fucking Malfoys and..." He took a breath and looked up at his mother, who looked miserable.