For the first time in his memory, Lee felt that he looked serious. His face was hard, though his dark eyes betrayed how tired he was.

Before all hell broke loose, laughter had filled his life. Prank after prank, chats with the Weasley twins. Then, the Death Eaters came into power. The only laughter that followed that fateful night were weak, dry sounds made over the sheer relief of still being alive.

The young man tugged anxiously at his dreadlocks, letting out a weary sigh. In all his wildest dreams, Lee would never have thought he'd be doing something as bold as this, something his dad called a perfect blend of brilliant and suicidal. People were living in terror, were in hiding, were feeling just plain helpless. But there he was, sitting amongst companions, fighting, however indirectly, and broadcasting hope to those who had lost theirs.

Fred glanced up, offering his old friend a grin, the first genuine grin Lee had seen in months. It took some effort, but Lee managed to return it, the expression drawing attention to just how stiff his facial muscles had become.

He'd spent his school days as nothing but a mischief maker, always waiting for the next big thrill. But now...

Lee moved his wand to his throat. "Good evening ladies and gentleman. For those of you tuning in for the first time," he began.

Potterwatch gave him a purpose, made him almost honorable. Not bad for a bloke once predicted to spend his entire Hogwarts career in detention.