Closing his eyes at her eyes, he took in a sharp breath. How did she know this? It wasn't like the bastards that controlled the government were kind enough to offer closure to any of the families that were torn apart by their imprisonments. That was one disadvantage to being outside of the influence of the potion these people were slipping to the population, he knew that there was virtually no hope for anyone who ended up in Azkaban or in one of the labor camps. He'd take that morose realization over being okay with this government any day, though.
He held her closer. "Oh, Katie. I'm so sorry. When did you find out?" He brushed her hair back again and rested his hand on her arm, rubbing small circles soothingly against her skin. He couldn't even imagine how she felt right now. Well, that was a lie. He could imagine exactly how he felt most days, not knowing if his little brother was still alive. As much as he felt Ron was a right idiot for what he'd put in his journal, he'd guiltily felt relieved to know at least the idiot was still out there. He'd thought they'd lost Ginny and their father in the past. The only upside to his situations was that it hadn't been a permanent feeling. No, he had never been in Katie's shoes and all he could do was just be there.
But, damnit, he wanted her to be angry about this, to be allowed to be angry. Because he was angry, and it hadn't been his mum! "Bastards," he muttered almost inaudibly under his breath. How could they simply not care that they were killing so many innocent people, not care that they were ruining lives.