Ted.
I'm the easiest and safest one to blame. You know, people have told me I ought to send her abroad, but the thought of her going to live among strangers without me makes me feel a bit ill. Perhaps that's selfish of me, I don't know. She's still my baby. I want nothing more than to keep her safe. I've given everything I have to try to give her a better future, and if she winds up hating me for it, well.
I couldn't, either. It's terribly demoralising, but it is what it is.
I can't say I had much—if any—say in that. It was Dumbledore's thing, I was pretty much a child myself when I was recruited, and too young to wonder if it might be exploitative. There would be more older people if they weren't all dead, I suppose, and undoubtedly more will be killed this time around. If they're going to strike out—and I'm sure they would—it's better that they have us as back-up, I guess. I don't know. I wish it wasn't like this, that we'd done better the first time so that this wouldn't have happened again, but we've just got to play the cards we're dealt.