"That is beside the point," Remus replied, determined to be the one who stayed calm during what was sounding like the makings of a knock-down, drag-out fight. "All the decree is asking for is that Dark Creatures be registered and, to that end, we are subject to periodic inspections. She has said nothing about permanent removal from society. That will happen if I don't go. Do you fancy my spending the next Merlin knows how many years in Azkaban?"
Remus was glad he was sitting down when she told him the sum of money. "Two... two million... pounds?" Remus began to shake slightly, doing the math in his head. "Roughly four hundred thousand galleons." That type of money was something he'd only heard of, never seen. It could be enough... No, he refused to make his wife live on the run because he was cursed and his own father had been stupid.
"She is not ruining our lives, Dora. And I refuse to have you live as an outcast because of me. I flat out refuse."