As horrid of a man as Barty was, even with the horrors of his last days, if I'd know Dolohov was still alive, I would have done what I could to return whatever of the body there was to him.

He saved my life. I'm doing what I am now because of what he taught me. He wounded me terribly after in unforgivable ways, and his litany of sins, 'transgressions' as he would say, is longer than most anyone else's. But we owed him his son's body, if nothing else. As you were owed your brother's

You shake your opponents hand after a match. You don't desecrate the enemy's dead. What are we