With that they were all gone. His musings about Granger felt tainted now that he had to essentially babysit her. Surely this was some sick sort of joke. There’s no way Saint fucking Potter would be coming to him for help with her. There’s no way she’s as bad as they’re saying. Granger probably arranged the whole thing so she can gloat about how recovered she is. How nightmares don’t haunt her anymore. She would probably skip around me and point and laugh at how sunken my skin looks. Comment on the weight I’ve lost due to being detained. Laugh at the scars Potter had left on me. Maybe she’d hex me on sight and just ignore me. I could work with that. We’ll just ignore each other and I’ll watch her from afar so I can say im doing what they’re demanding I do. I fucked up their golden girl and now its my responsibility to fix her or I get sent to jail. What a fucking joke. They were having a laugh. That’s all this was. Tomorrow I would be going to Azkaban, this was just a hallucination. I’m certain of it.