"No, it's never nice," he agreed. "I'm not sure I feel safe either even if the fear isn't the same. People are still dying, people are still disappearing. Instead of the Death Eaters, it's the castle deciding what happens, but otherwise it feels much the same."
Peter sighed. "I thought about it. I really did, but who was I going to tell? What would have happened? I've played so many scenarios in my head. You had my mother, who was the easy one to deal with since she's a Muggleborn. My grandparents, my uncle and my aunt, who knew about magic, their spouses and children who didn't know. What would they do? Put them under Fidelius? Can't be done. Protect them 24/7? We didn't have the resources. Send them away? I mean even now that was brought up but if it was so simple, why didn't you and James leave? It was only the three of you instead of twelve people. I knew that there was nothing that could have been done and the fact that in the months here, no one could come up with one good alternative, pretty much tells me that I was right."
He rubbed his face. "James would have never left. No matter what I'd said, and when it started, I thought I could control the flow of information. She never asked anything she didn't know. She only wanted confirmation, so what was the harm in that, right? I don't know how it went from confirming information to betraying you. I didn't live though that."