He was a cast out in class, always tried to be favorable to the teachers.
He had blond hair, one blue eye and one brown.
His smile was kind, and calming.
Sure MACUSA hated him.
Everyone feared him.
Everyone, that is, but me and his blood brother.
He tried to be good, but he didn't like it much.
He knew he would be hated later on in life, so why bother with being loved now?
I remember, our 5th year, he took me aside and asked me if I wanted to run away.
I said yes.
He said we'd wait until he had his blood brother's promise not to kill him... ever.
We cast a spell together, if one died, the other would die too.
It seemed stupid to some, but we didn't care.
We were close, closer than most others.
We were the rare duo who had the same kind of wand.
I agreed with his decisions sometimes, I did want equal things for Wizards and Muggles... But he went his own way about it.
He listened to what I had to say sometimes, but mainly stayed to his own.
When we were around 17, I lived at the school, calling it home. I didn't want to go back to the Muggles that claimed to be my "parents."
He knew, so he stayed with me so I wouldn't be too lonely.
We were one house.
He, to me, will always be the man I knew.
He's changed, I'm changed, and we differ sometimes. But now...
We are closer than ever.