Harry knew that the 'seven Potters' idea would end tragically. But there was nothing he could do about it. None of the group listened to him, and he figured that now, they wished they had. Mad-Eye was dead. Hedwig was dead. And George almost died, but lost an ear in the process.

"Can't believe Mad-Eye is dead." Ron thought aloud, when the trio were sitting in his room, contemplating the evening and its events, "I wonder what they used to sever George's ear."

Harry knew. "It was sectumsempra." He had been thinking about it since he saw the wounded George. The other two looked at him, utterly interested and somewhat bewildered.

"Are you saying that... Snape severed George's ear?" Hermione asked, all stern-like.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. He killed Dumbledore, and now he is trying to kill me." Only George got in the way. Harry folded his arms across his chest and looked away from the other two. Ron and Hermione struggled with what to say when Harry was like this.

"Harry. We are all here for you. I think tonight proves that you are worth saving." Hermione hesitated, then rubbed him on the back for support.