Rose moved forward in her chair, scooting so that she was sitting on the edge. She smoothed his hair and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to conceal how afraid and angry she really was. She wanted to punch the wall or go out to the Quidditch pitch and scream.
"Not unless I go with you," she said gruffly. "But even then, I'm sure they'd trace us."
"I just..." Rose paused and put a hand to her forehead. "There has to be something we can do. I'll at least write to my mother and see what she has to say about it. They probably dealt with this sort of thing in their time. They kept Sirius Black hidden for ages, after all, while he was being framed for murder."