"Right. So you understand. Right after, my lovely father walked with his friends all around the field and had some fun. Under his bloody Death Eater mask. Nice of him to warn me – he did not. Mother sent me into the forest, told me to hide because she knew the Ministry wouldn’t let me get away should they find me near my father's friends. So there I was, walking through that stupid forest, my new shoes ruined, when I saw Saint-Potter with his two shadows. I really don't know why I said it, but it was important that she got away. Who cares about blood-traitor Weasel or "the boy who just won't die"? She had to get away, sooner than later. So I said the only thing I could think of "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?’. Should have been warning enough, but noooo of course it wasn’t. I did what I had to do, I called her a muggle. My patience was gone and I became nervous. They had to leave. SHE had to fucking leave that place. Could you imagine, Potthead was stupid enough to really want to discuss whether she was a witch or not. Damn, I knew even back then that Granger was a witch. Oh right, I hadn't toldyou her name yet, had I?"