Roddy had been kind to her from the first day they met. Convinced at first that he was the voice outside her cupboard protecting her from his fellow debauched wizards and keeping her at least marginally sane, Hermione had been encouraged to learn he hadn't been anywhere near her cupboard. She was thankful to discover that there were at least two Death Eaters who weren't complete horrors. If the rumors were true, and she very much hoped they were, Roddy was out there somewhere living happily in his animagus form free from the violence he despised.