"Today was my meeting in the Ministry, the one where they outline all the new restrictions I’m going to have for the time being as a condition for not being sent to Azkaban. After I left I wasn’t ready to go back to the Manor, it’s a fucking awful place where so much shit happened, I hate it there. I decided to just go for a walk, I ended up in Soho before I realised I was lost. All the bragging I've done in my life and I get lost in the biggest city in the world. I was about to try and walk back to the Ministry when I looked down into one of the windows and saw you sitting there, writing, as you probably always do. Swaying to some song or another. I watched you for a minute and realised Weasley or Potter wasn’t with you, it didn’t seem like anyone was with you. I really didn’t want you to just be sitting alone, even if you’d stubbornly chose to. I also realised it was my best opportunity to talk to you about everything and apologise, so I walked in. It was also probably the scariest thing I’ve done. If you had actually told me to fuck off I would have done, and I wouldn’t be here now’