I never lied to you apart from lies of omission, and only one of those was mine to tell. And I could never forget our friendship. I could barely stand the idea that you could be the one who sold Lily and James to the Dark Lord, that you could murder Peter so spectacularly. But that was the story that was told, that’s what the evidence apparently pointed to. I’ve spent the last year trying to convince myself I was wrong about you, that you were like your parents and your cousin, despite everything I knew to be the opposite.

You know they did this to us, Voldemort and his followers. They drove this wedge, made us doubt each other, made everyone so paranoid. And it worked.