"Why the hell is it always me? I really should have known sooner. My hair, my eyes, everything about me screamed it, but noooo I wouldn't listen. And why the hell did I even care? I never cared for her, truly, I couldn't give a bigger damn about her. But there I was, standing in our fucking drawing room listening to her screams. It bloody hurt. Not just in my ears, you see. And trust me, my hearing is much better than yours, Mr. Wilson. So no, not in my ears. My whole soul was hurting. I didn't like her back then, but she deserved better than that. She was screaming for her life. She didn't beg for it, she never would. She was strong, she never said what my so-called auntie wanted to hear. She kept their secrets. I couldn't have done it, I would have spilled the beans after the third Cruciatus Curse, maybe even before. But she didn't, and I will always wonder how she did it."