I got up slowley and walked calmly over to some boxes of old stuff lieing on the ground, and kicked them over.
"Will!" one of the girls said behind me, I was too full of anger to care.
"Why's he doing this? He got out of Azkaban! He got rid of Harry! He's got Voldemort back! Now he's killing our friends? What else does he want?" I shouted. I turned and leaned against the wall, falling to the floor, putting my face in my hands and crawling into a ball. "I hate him! I hate him!"
The door creaked open and Kneazle crawled in, curling up next to me.
"You know what I want?" I said through clenched teeth "I want him dead".