"It was the start of our sixth year." He paused, feeling the depression ooze forth. The fear. The overwhelming sense of dread. "Voldemort was close with my father. I had met him a couple of times and whilst I wasn’t expected to do anything, I knew that I might someday be drawn into it. Unlike Draco, my father didn’t think I’d be capable of helping. I suppose that was a blessing in and of itself."