Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (

Ernie walked closer, and stood next to Justin to have a look at the memorial. He only had a brief glance at it the day of the unveiling, as at that point the feelings were too raw, too intense. And in any case, he believed it was just as much about those who had lived than those who had perished. Time had numbed some of what was there, somewhat.

"I can't help but think that it was incredibly unfair," Ernie said as he looked at the names written in stone. Some were lives of fellow students, or those who had shown up to save them. "I feel that when I think about what's happened to Harry. Just since he deserved something better."

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