"Right," he said with a soft chuckle, "When I didn't have my head in the toilet, I couldn't breath. Then the crucio part made everything hurt down to the last hair follicle. Then I was bleeding, ripping open randomly. I wanted to die." He smiled sadly and looked down. The pain had been so bad that he had just wished it would end. "I don't now, but I am infinitely glad that it is over."
"This is your own rebellion, being friends with the soon to be family outcast," he smiled. "I already know what will probably happen. I am ready for it." He couldn't say he wasn't afraid. He would love that blanket of protection, but he would also lose their love. If that happened, they it wasn't real love anyway.
"Al is willing to deal with me," he said. "I wish we could have been dormmates in school but different houses didn't help. It will be great."