"Mother, please stop’, he sounded tired, he had been thinking about this for months already, talking about it was never going to make it easier, "It’s just done. You weren't there, when Weasley, Potter and Hermione took to the stand for me it meant something. It was more than pride for me. I just. Want. To be. Better.’ He paused between the words emphasising his point. His eyes started to tear, he never allowed himself to think this far. "I know I don’t have a future, I could never give anyone the right future if they were with me now. That’s the price I need to pay to prove that I am a better person. I felt so scared when I realised all I would ever be was a privileged rich brat, family traditions that didn’t mean a thing stretching on for generations. That I was a cog in a tireless played out machine, part of me was thrilled to end it.’