There was a brief moment she was able to look at him without being disturbed, when she flicked her eyes up he was already looking at her. The war had changed his face, he was even more pale if possible and his face was slim, gaunt even. He was shaking with fear, his brows knitted together and still clutching his mothers wrist. She wasn’t sure if it was to hold her or himself in place, but they were firmly planted to the spot. She could see fear in his eyes, an innocence that wasn’t quite gone yet, he was just a child just like her and Harry and Ron. Why had it been left to them to bear this burden for life, she rarely let herself feel emotional but she could only whimper at the fact that this was unfair and she was angry they had been left to do this alone. 