Harry didn't look up, but kept looking at the remains of his home when he answered. "Hello," he said, one question alone running through his mind. Why hadn't he put the house under the Fidelius? If he had this would not have happened.
He sighed. "I misjudged them," he admitted. "I didn't think they'd be this fast, or this direct. If I'd thought further-" He stopped himself. "It's pointless."
Running a hand through his hair he finally looked up at Remus. "I have my daughter back, it's worth it. Even if she-" he swallowed. "Even if she would be found guilty. At least she's not with them any longer." Even if his heart was breaking at the memory of her being taken to Azkaban.