She opened her mouth to tell him about what had scared her. About the look that was in Crouch's eyes. About the sheer malice that was inside of him. About how it had shaken her to her core. But she couldn't find the words. And something told her that Harry didn't need any more reasons to distrust the man on the couch.
The look he gave her sent a wave of guilt through her. He'd been right, of course. But what if he hadn't? What if the man had been harmless and ended up dying on the couch because she was off hiding on the front porch waiting for him? And even though he wasn't quite harmless, she wasn't sure that made her any more comfortable with that scenario. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself.
"Edgar Bones is on the way." She said quietly, not quite meeting her husband's eyes.