Everyone has a past. Some people regret that past, and some people, no matter how hard they try to avoid it, have to face their past. On a cold winter’s night in a muggle bar, that’s just what they had to do. Although every so often, people find that the past has exonerated them. It’s just hard to tell sometimes. Maybe that’s why the people we need most are the ones who understand our pain—the ones who were there to experience it as well.