Tears running down her face, and all the more upset for the display because she knew half of it had only to do with her hormonal state, Hestia stared back at him in disbelief and more than a little outrage. She viciously flung the dress to the side because he blocked the fireplace and then cried harder.
"We're never going to need it! Ever! There is always going to be a concern for someone's safety, for as long as the rest of the Death Eaters still live. We'll never catch them all, never have a secure enough place for the ones we do catch and never be infallible to releasing the wrong people for rehabilitation. Our baby is going to be born illegitimate because the world is full of things we can barely protect those we love from now without making ourselves even greater target. Maybe, maybe if we outlive the Lestranges, we can get married when we're a hundred years old, but by then, this dress will be discoloured with age!"