The Silent Witness
My feelings?
I have none. Dare you ask?
My position required me to endure the mutt -- not to coddle him. If it comes down to conduct, his merited no consideration from me.
I saw him fall: overconfident to the last. The credit for the deed goes to Bellatrix Lestrange. Potter and Lupin taught him recklessness. He absorbed the lesson. Need I say more?
He was weak. Without the unfortunate accident of his illicit skill, Azkaban would have been his death. The dementors must have given him worse nightmares than my voice.
Did I kill him?
I think not.
Pity, that.