"She is a good woman, and an honorable one. Don't be too hard on her for what she does. She loves me, and she will be my wife. Just that should be enough." He smiled and squeezed her hand. She was still young. He thought her older self would be much better with this, having full knowledge of what happened to their family.
"Voldemort disrupted our lives enough. She was more than willing to follow him. She did her time, but in her own way, she also kept us safe. Her position helped keep us alive even when we were not as high in the ranks." His aunt was mental, truly, but she did have family loyalty.
He pursed his lips. "How much did he tell you already?" he asked, not sure where to start.