It was a mixed feeling, having it confirmed. Of course, those sorts of things were always implied when it came to a war, but the adults had not spoken of such things when training their children over the years. On one hand it solidified the fact that they would have to do things they didn't want to do, things than ran contrary to their entire moral system. Harry did not even hurt or kill animals let alone people. He could if he had to, he did have the skills and the knowledge of how to do it, and instinct would take care of the rest, but what it would do to him after was the big question.
On the other hand, it felt as if a slight weight had been lifted. The truth was disturbing, but knowing it was better than wondering.
"...it's just a shame," he said after a minute, just sort of thinking out loud. "When it's all over and you count the bodies, how many of theirs will be kids my age who think they're fighting for the good guys? Good people who are just as afraid to raise a wand to somebody as I am, who've been told since they first started school that we're evil and we want to hurt them.
"I mean, if Dad had stuck it out with one of the pureblood girls he'd dated before Mum, I could've ended up one more of them, programmed to think this cause is wrong from my first day at Hogwarts. One more good person for Voldemort to use as cannon fodder."
He bit at his thumbnail, looking back up at Caradoc again.
"What is the Order going to do?" He asked. "Do you have any idea? Do they have any plans to do anything, or just keep mitigating the damage? Because I...was thinking about maybe making my way to Hogsmeade. That's where the Hogwarts kids go on weekends, if there's anywhere to start that would be it."