"I'm not. Jesus," he muttered. "Decide what you want me to think, because two seconds ago you were telling me not to turn him into something more than he is. There's a difference between being careful and being afraid."
James raised an eyebrow. "Really? What happens if someone kills the wrong person? Besides, Dale wouldn't be attacking people. I'm not sure that the analogy works." He was pretty sure that his father's experiences were blinding him at the moment.
He frowned, trying not to snap. "Did you just tell me that I'm not supposed to do my job? Are you giving this order to everyone else or just me? Or do you really think that he wouldn't try to kill another Auror that goes to arrest him? That's bullshit, Dad. You can't tell me not to do my job. What happens if I see him? Am I supposed to run away and leave people there? I'm not a seventeen year old going off to find Voldemort. I'm an Auror and you can't tell me not to do my job."