Harry simply stood there, as the three adults muttered and mumbled amongst themselves, aimlessly picking at a thread which had come loose on the sleeve of his robes.
"…What can this mean Albus?"
"…Hogwarts no longer safe…"
"…Absurd… way beyond the capabilities of the majority of our students…"
"…Students will need to be escorted everywhere after hours…"
"…But how a ghost can be petrified, I do not know…"
And then Harry pulled the thread a little too hard and his wand tumbled out, hitting the stone floor with a crack.
The room went silent, and the three professors turned to look at him, as if they had only just remembered he was there.
"Have you got something to say, Potter?" McGonagall asked.
Picking up his wand, Harry shook his head.
Snape looked between the Gryffindor Head of House and the headmaster.
"Surely you cannot be entertaining the idea that a mere child of twelve has something to do with this?" he asked. "It is absolutely preposterous and if you think I am going to stand by whilst–"
"–Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted. "I do not think Harry attacked anyone."
Snape's shoulders appeared to relax then, but he gave McGonagall a furtive glance.
"But Harry, I must ask you," the headmaster began. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?"
Yes. I've been hearing strange voices, and a house elf told me my guardian might be behind the attacks.
"No, sir."
A pause.