They had nothing to gain from being my friend and I had everything. It is true that I wasn't the smartest or the bravest Gryffindor at Hogwarts. But I like to believe I grew up some over the years. But seated between three Death Eaters – though they looked like any other person in the pub – I could feel myself slipping back into the boy I once was. What did they want from me? I couldn't offer them anything. And I certainly didn't want to.