Fleur's eyes grew a darker blue. "Non, the man who did this to me-" she gestured to her face, "they are not good men. Remus is your friend, and he is going through something just now we don't understand, so is Tonks." She let out a breath. "I do not mean to say I approve of what he has done, but I do not think the way to change his mind is by alienating him. He needs time and acceptance and our understanding, and if he and Tonks are apart, then that is a sad thing, but it does not change the fact that Remus is who he is."
He turned away from her, his back stiff and unforgiving.
"And you think I don't worry about you?" Fleur asked, getting up finally and, after a moment, sliding her arms around his waist. "We worry about each other, Bill, we love each other and pray that we will be safe. But this is a man that would kill me in my own home, having done nothing, that is putting people in prison for being nothing more than what they were born as. No one is safe, not anywhere, and if I did not do something, I could not forgive myself." She nestled her cheek between his shoulder blades and closed her eyes.