That hadn't even occurred to Harry, and the idea sent a shiver of impending doom run through him. He could be exposed? What was it he could be exposed to, that would have that sort of effect? In his mind he was picturing it as some sort of disease, that he might catch if someone coughed on him. But Ginny had seemed perfectly healthy.
It was probably too late for that, anyway. He'd hugged Ginny - twice. She'd been standing very close to him. But he still didn't believe that 'for the good of the government' was a valid excuse for what Voldemort had done.
"Maybe," he said, not sure if he was accepting that theory, but he had to admit it was possible. "Alright, we'll move. We've been here longer than we've been staying most places, anyway."