None of the children who fought and who still breathed at the end of the day Harry Potter was murdered could ever be considered anything other than hardened battle veterans. Some, like Neville and George, refused to give up the struggle. Refused to cower to the idea that they were simply a cog in the machinery that they could not control. Each of them went to their deaths believing that it was still possible to resist the transformation into darkness. She would have pitied them for their idealistic imbecility if she didn't also admire them their bravery. They demanded that the world change to meet their demands, not the other way around. While clearly not possible, she admired that they had such strong convictions in their beliefs. One learns quickly as they grow up very little in life is simple. Nothing is black or white. Everything was a shade of grey. To not understand that, to cling to such simplistic ideas, showed a complete lack in the experience of living.