He sat at the edge of the bed, smiling at her. "It's not like my brother can say no, and I can always play the 'we're dying' card, if they don't want to. Besides, why wouldn't they want to? We have the room."
James knew that she might be right, but then again, they weren't doing much good at the moment. "Maybe, but my house is safe. Muggles can't see it, wizards can't come inside unless we know them and give them access. Voldemort can't find you there. We don't know if he comes back again. This is twice already. Even with Aurors here, he could still get in. We don't even know how he did it this time."