After some time people realise the world's not divided in black and white, right or wrong; everything's grey, ashen, as the ashes and wreckage left by the war, as the morality of a mother who protects her son at all costs, as the eyes of someone you have always wanted to save.

"I can think of ways to make this farce a little more interesting for all of us." Ginny said with a note of defiance in her voice. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, the only sign that could be interpreted as curiosity - and maybe as a bit of a challenge. "One would think that you aren't in a position to do anything, Weasley." "You would be surprised." Ginny smirked at him.