"His godfather was Snape, and his aunt was Bellatrix, so I knew he must be relatively accomplished at it.  So I let him in, not the whole way, just my entry room."  She looked at the castle wall across from her, not daring to try to make eye contact.  "He was...he was crying.  He didn’t want to be there and I could feel the nudging at the edge of the pain.  It wasn’t malicious, and I just figured, "what the hell’.  Because if I died, who would know besides him?"