At that time, he didn’t care what Fenrir would do to him for not taking part, it was something he downright refused to do. He couldn’t walk to the Burrow, watch the fear on Molly’s face, and have them both know that he was there and that there was nothing he could do to prevent Ginny from being taken. He would do everything he could to get her back to safety… but he couldn’t be there when they took her. For one, he didn’t trust himself not to react. He tried hard not to react when it came to Scabior, but much like when he dared lay a hand on Embry, Sirius wouldn’t be able to stop himself from hexing them. And then? Then his identity would be revealed, and he’d be one of Voldemort’s most wanted men. If he didn’t kill him, then he do even worse in sending him to Azkaban again. And then they’d target Embry just to get to him, and he knew that it would be enough. He truly would die for the woman who was sitting next to him on the bed, trying to help him.
“He wants… they’re attacking the Burrow.” His voice was broken, faltering in places, and he wasn’t able to work a sentence together. Then she asked if he wanted this, and he didn’t answer. He just held onto her, not wanting to let go. He was all that was keeping him calm right now. Though it had been years since his Azkaban escape, the feelings of dread, of fear, crept up on him at times like this. He never wanted to go back there, and the prospect of that happening… He heard Embry’s words distantly, and they were calming for a short time, thinking about all the things she was suggesting, but his heart answered before his head, because before he even realised it, he was shaking his head. “No I….This is something I need to do. People are counting on me. But the Burrow... Molly's daughter...” He closed his eyes, and kissed at her neck gently, the skin-to-skin contact helping to calm him down.
“You need to get away though.” He said suddenly, looking up at her. “Don’t touch your parent’s money, if he finds out I don’t even want to think about what would happen. I have money… a pretty large inheritance really, but it’s still there, untouched as far as I know, unless my pathetic family got their hands on it when I…” He paused. “…Disappeared. We can set up home together, we won’t even ask Fenrir, we’ll just go, okay? If he asks me I’ll tell him you’re with me, and he can just accept it and be pleased you’re not his problem anymore. But you have to promise to not ask me too many questions. Just know that when I ask you to do something, I’m doing it for your own good. And right now, I’m asking you to trust me. I have to stay working with them, whether I like it or not. But that doesn’t mean you should be around them.” A shaky hand cupped her cheek.