Harry winces, because he's heard Sirius speak those words before. And he remembers speaking them to Sirius, back in the Shrieking Shack. Their positions are reversed, now; it is Harry who has to convince Sirius of the truth, however painful and immense it might prove to be. He wishes he were better at this sort of thing. He wishes he had Ron with him; he wishes Hermione were still in Darrow with them both.
And then, suddenly, Sirius is grabbing him by his shirt, his wand pressed right underneath his jaw. Harry keeps as still as he can, trying not to struggle or give Sirius a reason to make use of his wand.
He grits his teeth. "I'm not lying. If you'll let me, I can show you why I'm not lying."
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Date: 2016-01-30 12:09 am (UTC)And then, suddenly, Sirius is grabbing him by his shirt, his wand pressed right underneath his jaw. Harry keeps as still as he can, trying not to struggle or give Sirius a reason to make use of his wand.
He grits his teeth. "I'm not lying. If you'll let me, I can show you why I'm not lying."