He was arrogant. Yet her nativity allowed her to become attached to him, even in the simplest of ways. Whenever asked, Hannah would disclaim a romantic relationship between them. After her mother died, many simply assumed she would estrange from them. After leaving the seemingly ramshackled castle, she did. Except her relationship with Ernie, which was only amplified. He was there to rid her of her pain, a tedious task he worked at constantly. As she passed a muggle paper vendor, she purchased one at seeing a headline. A wealthy family, the MacMillans, had their house ranshacked. Two people had died at the house, the paper reported to gratify its readers. Her thoughts flew to that epoche at Hogwarts. He had always managed to get her on a rote path. Her family was solvent but lacked the happiness of a good home. Her window was always in a niche position, waiting to receive the letter that never came. She spent infinite nights lying awake in worry. All food and conversation had seemed bland to her. The Daily Prophet asked for an armistice to retreive the dead. But Lord Voldemort was irascible and refused. As she read Ernie's final letter, her small source of joy became obliverated.