He laughed. It was a singular dry "Ha." He looked at her like she just asked him the most ridiculous question. "When I was released, you were there, along with the rest of my friends and a few photographers. We met eyes, and I was prepared for you to gloat. I was at a really low point, ready to give up. But you did something that shook people. You stepped up to me and gave me a hug. I don’t know what possessed you to do it, but it was amazing. It was the first tender touch I had in over a year. When it made the front page of the daily prophet, I wrote to you. I apologised for ruining your reputation. I told you I was a lost cause and didn’t deserve someone as good as you to even be in my presence."