You were always the more combative of the two, if you could call it that. The others called you a blood traitor - your father, Carcus Lestrange, certainly thought you were one - but you enjoyed defending Lily from all sorts of remarks, and it was just a pleasure being around her, too.

In your spare time, you did you studies together and that was a great excuse to spend more time with her too

She shared your feelings, but not your desire for brute force.

"Look at your knuckles. Don't you purebloods think about your health at all?" she exhaled worriedly and frowned. "Let's go to Madam Pomfrey," she says softly, leading you away from the courtyard, where everything happened. Tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning in to kiss your cheek. "She must be tired of seeing the two of us in there by now."