   She hated his presence here more than anything. He was here because he was made to be, part of his probation, probably because it was the easiest and cheapest way for the Ministry to be sure he was kept an eye on. No one had apparently considered what his presence meant for his classmates. Certainly no one had asked her whether her arm still burned whenever she looked into his eyes, the memory of him watching her being tortured still fresh in her memory.