"I don't want us to get hurt either, I really don't. But I'd rather risk fighting, risk the chance of getting hurt, if it meant we had a chance at the future being bright. It's what my parents did for me, what yours did for you, and...it's what I'm going to do for my child," he stated, firmly, his eyes focused now on Harry. There, it was said. He wasn't afraid of people knowing. It was just an odd thing to say now that they were so far along. They hadn't even known until several months in. He tried not to think about that. What kind of father doesn't even notice the love of his life's exhaustion and change in apperance?
"Hannah's pregnant," he then spoke again, in case it needed to be clairified. "We were so wrapped up in trying to make sure the Leaky doesn't go belly up and that her Da' remains well that...we only just noticed recently. She's damn near at the halfway point, Harry, and we didn't even notice," he said with a bit of disgust at himself.
"We are fighting every day to try and do the right thing. We have for as long as we have known. But...sitting quietly in the background...offering rooms to wizards who are being hunted down so no one can find them...feeding them because they can't work to get food of their own...we can't keep doing that. I'm going to until we can no longer afford to...until the bank tries to take the place out from under us...but I know we can't keep it up. And I made a promise to myself that I was going to help them. If I can't help them any longer, in the ways I know, then I am going to help them in other ways. I want to help. It is the right thing to do," he said, his focused now on Harry, as if there was no room for argument.
"So, tell me what I can do, what you need, and I will."