"Hermione, no. I felt sick because, on a table in the other room, there was what looked like the body of my best friend. Brutally disfigured, I might add. It’s not a burden, it’s just hard to see. You know I’d walk with you through hell and back, you won’t even have to ask. Pansy too. That’s what friends are for. For good days, and bad days, and days when you fake your own death to get revenge on your husband."