He hated the idea if he would have to eventually be enemies with his own best friend, the person that had been there since he was a first year. The witch that never abandoned him like Ron had. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to do it. It had made it hard to confide in her. He had to restrain smirking when he had seen the rage on her face about the treatment that he had endured at the Dursleys. Knowing that he was knocking the faith she had in Albus Dumbledore.