Well at least there was that, he could trust this man he'd known as a cousin not to tell anyo-
It took him a moment, the words didn't seem to make sense at first. 'The investigation', 'could have kept'...
He barely heard or saw anything in that moment. Hardly heard the scratch of his chair on the floor, of felt his nails dig into his balling fists... His mind was clouding with anger, a dark red disbelieving rage. His whole being was telling him to hurt this man in this hospital bed.
He wasn't sure what kept him physical from doing so, this man just admitted to what was surely to be the downfall of his life, of his family.
Verity.
Marlowe.
The girls... They all would be marred by this now, labeled what they they were not... Forced to be punished and abused by those that said they were 'good' people. All because he'd not been given a choice with his life.
Montague stepped back, swallowing hard, his eyes dead.
All in one falling moment, not only did he learn his cousin was not his cousin; but that the man had known what he was- and broken the only code a Slytherin of their generation had... their loyalty.
The one good thing Snape had taught them all. "What have you done?" He said, voice thick and low with rage and betrayal.