Careful not to jostle the bed too much, she rolled over on her side to take a look at the wizard who had, once again, taken it upon himself to keep her protected from the dangers of the world outside. It had been a shock to her when she discovered that the man who selflessly sat outside her broom cupboard was none other than one of the most feared escapees from Azkaban Prison. She remembered seeing his face the first time in the edition of the Daily Prophet issued the morning after the mass breakout. He'd looked just as deranged as Bellatrix and Antonin in his portrait. If she had known what an impact he would've made on her life and in such a positive manner, she wouldn't have believed it.