It was strange to be on the other side–to stand next to Draco and witness his point of view. On her own distraught face, she could see it. She wore a look of more than just pity and regret. Instead, her eyes were reflecting back the very feelings Draco had left within himself. They were both at their lowest points, desperately wanting to feel some type of human connection, some emotion other than utter despair and emptiness. They fought on two opposite sides of the War, but they were each misguided and forced into a fight that wasn’t theirs. They should have had no faith left in anyone–after all, they had barely reached adulthood and life had broken them.