"Really?" Remus's brows drew together as he took in that information. He'd ask Arthur about it tonight; no doubt he would know more. There was a part of Remus that wondered if Harry, Ron, and Hermione were responsible, but it seemed so unlikely, he dismissed the notion.
"Well, let's hope they escaped with no hassle, and that they won't be traced," he said. His mouth thinned into a line and he glanced over towards her. "We ought to figure out a way to let people know we have the safehouses, don't you think?" he asked. "They won't be of any use to people if they don't know about them."
He considered what she said for a moment, and then nodded. "To be perfectly honest, Fleur, I think we've already been outed. He and the Death Eaters saw us the night we moved Harry from Privet Drive." His fingers flexed and curled around his wand. His own affiliation with the Order was no secret; he was a long time member by now, and a known friend of James and Lily, not to mention Sirius. Peter...well, he preferred not to think of Peter.
"Perhaps not you, but I am sure they know those of us who weren't disguised as Harry. Even then, we can't be sure what Snape has told them. I expect that he's one of Voldemort's confidants by now. Nothing is safe." His face twisted a little as he thought about the betrayal, and, as always, he threw up a tiny prayer to Dumbledore, hoping that he'd watch over them.