Even without those pointed articles, Harry felt surrounded by a conspiracy after piecing together all the clues.
It seemed that from the moment the hearing began, Vaughn had anticipated everything that would happen next.
Unless he could make perfectly accurate prophecies, the only explanation was that he had been orchestrating it all.
The suspicion left Harry deeply upset. To bring down Fudge, Vaughn had actually been willing to engineer a prison break and let Sirius escape.
Sirius was the man responsible for his parents' deaths!
There was no way Vaughn didn't know that!
Harry clenched the quilt tightly, his lips turning pale from how hard he pressed them together.
Those suspicions were precisely why Harry didn't want to face Vaughn-and didn't know how to face him.
He had lied to Draco, because he had no intention of telling Vaughn what had happened that night.
Harry even felt that perhaps Vaughn had changed. Perhaps he was no longer the good friend from their first year who had "patiently" taught him Occlumency, but someone more like a politician-like Fudge! Nobody stayed the same forever. Harry himself, for instance, would never have imagined just over a year ago that he would become a wizard and attend a school for magic.
Lost in his inner turmoil and helplessness, Harry had no idea when he fell asleep. But the night had been so awful that he woke the next morning with heavy dark circles beneath his eyes.
"Mate, I think you should see Madam Pomfrey and ask her for a sleeping potion!" Ron offered the kindly suggestion as he looked at his friend's miserable face.
Harry managed a weak smile. "I think so too."
They met Hermione in the Great Hall, and Harry's appearance startled her as well. "Good heavens! You really should look in