"Wait, wait, are you telling me he just attacked his own dad?"
"No way—"
"I mean… it was the dad that attacked first."
"He still overreacted! They're his parents!"
"That's not how you treat your parents, no matter what they did! That's messed up."
"He's too arrogant now. The fame's gotten to his head."
"Yeah… the power too."
"You'd think someone like him would have more restraint…"
"But seriously though, what kind of person tries to kill their dad in broad daylight?!"
More voices clashed.
"He was right to retaliate."
"No, he wasn't!"
"He's become too cold."
"He should've just walked away!"
Harry heard all of it.
The sneers. The gasps. The laughter. The accusations. The attempted justifications. The moral arguments that tossed his name around like it belonged to a stranger.
He sighed.
The air around him grew colder. His expression hardened, a single deep frown settling across his face.
All these people knew nothing.
They didn't know what had happened years ago.
