He paled when she mentioned his parents, he didn't even want to think. "We can-" Montague had no idea what to do... he cared about the boy, he'd become like a son...but to be a squib....
"There has to be somone we can contact..." His arms crossed rather tightly as he looked at her almost rigid. "Someone that understands keeping quiet, that could help us... He-" they could always send him away for school if it came to that, he supposed- but to explain that to family...
Then suddenly his eyes widened. What if he was, what if the Lestrange's found out? "Verity..." he said quietly, "he can't be." Because if he was... the consequences....