"You don't understand sir. They took me from him, he was put in the spotlight, he alone had everything. You wouldn't understand." She looked up with tired eyes. "It merely appears you are jealous of your twin brother, the Boy-Who-Lived." Severus stated, eyes bored. She shook her head, a strangled gasp escaping her. "No. He had everything alone. But we're twins." Twins/ Grey Area/

Having a friend definitely helps. Especially when he's a manipulative, sneaky mastermind who can be bribed with butterbeer ice-cream floats. Harry's more concerned about how she's going to keep Lucifer from pranking the Ministry than about Voldemort. She's got her hands full this time. (Oh, it certainly helps having a friend who knows how to make you smile and feel not-so-empty.)