He loved you. He loved you and you knew it. He was never very good at hiding things, was he? He could never hide his contempt for his brother or his disdain for Muggles, not to you. Everyone else thought he was the champion of the Muggleborns, those filthy creatures, but you'd unrolled enough letters written in his swirling script to know that people never change. And him? Oh, when he came wand ablaze to bring you to justice, you saw the truth in his eyes that he hadn't stopped loving you, and you laughed to know he never would.