He was a Muggle. Well, they call them something else in America. One of the accepting ones. Ones that saw magic and saw it as wonderous instead of dangerous. He even helped feed them. Not many people like to spend time with me. I can be difficult. I never really minded before, but he was a friend.
We had to take away his memories, but I made sure to give him more than enough money to start his bakery. I'm not sure what happened past then as I had to leave America to turn in my manuscript.