"Forget it?" He repeated, a bit of shock to his voice as he did. Then his eyes narrowed. What was it about him these days that made people afraid to trust him? So many people were keeping secrets from him, secrets that he knew were important. Tonks, Bill, Fred and now even Hermione. He had been willing to overlook the fact that she was in the middle of London, perfectly fine, after having been gone for over four years; yet she wasn't willing to trust him.
"Should I forget you are even here, then? Should I not mention it to Ginny? Or Mum? Should I go on letting them live in this limbo where they aren't sure whether to keep up hope or mourn their youngest son?"
He did his best to keep his voice down but he couldn't help but feel anger towards Hermione for suggesting such a thing.