He didn't like hearing what she had to say about the Ministry, and wasn't convinced that they wouldn't try something on her. The very thought chilled him to the bone. "Delores Umbridge is heading the Commission," he began. "You know her history regarding the Beast division of the Ministry, and the legislation she's passed." He disliked the woman immensely and trusted her even less. He had absolutely no idea how to broach the question on his mind.
"Dora," he said quietly. "They don't--they don't know, do they? If Umbridge finds out, it won't matter that you're a Half-blood. They won't care whether you're an Auror or not." And who will warn you? he wanted to add.
His face fell as she reached for him, but her words made something inside him twist. He didn't want to hear about her being caught; he couldn't bear to hear her talking like she might die in this. He'd always anticipated that for himself, but not for her. Not for their child.
"Don't say that," he whispered. "Don't talk like we won't--like you won't--" He faltered and took a long sip of whiskey. His throat was so tight it barely trickled down.
"It's the full moon tomorrow," he finally said, once he'd found his voice again. "I can't come back."