Michael squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the crook of Lavender's neck. It had been weeks since he had been hugged like this and big, tough teenager or not - he needed a hug.
"He looks like me," Michael whispered. "He has to, because no one in my family has my hair or eyes. That's why I was looking through the journals." He hugged Lavender closer, allowing himself for a moment to hold on to her. To gain some stability in this mess they all found themselves in. It was only after a long time that Michael pulled back again, looking slightly sheepish but relieved.
"He was a Death Eater," Michael confided in a low voice. "I don't know who but I want to find him and..." He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled humourlessly. "When I think of the things I'd like to do when I find him, then I realise that I have to be a Death Eater's son. They're...morally questionable." Very, very much so. In his mind Michael caught himself using the Unforgivables - and the thought elated him as much as it scared him.
He looked at Lavender, insecurity written all over his features. Please Merlin, Michael prayed silently. Don't let her hate me now. Don't let her look at me with different eyes.