How he wished he could leave, that he had left, yet what he could not do was bring even the slightest risk of danger to his wife and son - and more importantly his grandson.
'My love, as much as I would want to be there with you, I cannot risk exposing our grandson to this disease,' he said softly. 'There is a reason why I have yet to see him, you know that.' For the first time he was starting to wonder if he'd ever see the boy, but he pushed such worries aside.
'Tell me my love, what is he like?' he asked instead. 'How much has he grown? Is he as perfect as Draco was?'