"In the mid-nineties, before we were born," he said. "There were also increased suicides, that was the Dementors, but in the end, he was to blame."
James looked at her. "Life ahead of me, are you mad? This... this could kill us, and even if it doesn't, even if they find a cure before we die, he's going to try something else, and then something more. He's never going to stop unless he kills me and then he's going to move onto someone else. He's never going to stop until he kills my entire family. He's killed my grandparents, tried to kill my father until he died, and now he's back, so yeah, I need to kill him. We usually don't, but the Minister passed a new law, just for that, just for him. He's that dangerous."
He frowned. "Most people, who? No one knows you here, and your family would never know. They might be a little quicker, maybe, but he could kill you a lot faster too. Don't you want to be safe? For your son if not for yourself?"