"Don't you get angry with me!" The words flew out of her mouth almost as fast as her head snapped up, the fear and tension and worry coalescing inside of her and somehow surging along into anger for that brief moment. Almost instantly, Quaffle's body posture changed as he turned to face T; his feet firmly planted, the dog's body grew stiff with tension as he growled almost too low to be audible. "You started this! One minute we're playing in the snow and the next thing I know you're going on about everything being wrong, and I can't stop thinking about all those dreams I've been having and- and my mother. And my fucking head hurts, and- And it's wrong, it's all fucking wrong!"
How was it wrong? Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she stared up at him, eyes filled with angry but also almost completely clear now. How was it wrong? Because the government was wrong. She could feel that deep in her gut. The government was wrong and the world was wrong. But why? What was wrong with it?
She stayed absolutely still, feeling the answer hovering in the back of her mind, growing closer and closer in the hush like she was reeling it in. Because the Death Eaters are in control. The Death Eaters, and- "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." When was the last time she'd said those words? Or even thought them? She couldn't remember... but she couldn't deny the fear that swamped her body, or the way she instantly grew cold as the blood drained from his face. "Oh God. Oh Merlin. He's- He's taken over, and- And we let him. We let him and we acted like nothing was wrong, like it was fine that the Death Eaters were running the Ministry, running the world! But how! They're Death Eaters, how could we not- I don't understand-"
There was something else. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was evil, his Death Eaters were evil, murderous crazy evil people and- and- "And you're one of them." The instant the words had left her mouth she was scrambling to her feet, hands pushing frantically at the ground, practically tipping herself over again at the process. "You- You-" Dimly she was aware that she was fumbling in her coat pocket for her wand, just as she was in some way aware that Quaffle's growling had gotten louder, that he was standing between her and T know, teeth bared, hackles up. She couldn't find her wand, still half didn't even know why she needed it. This was T, he was her friend, he'd never- but he was one of them. He'd even said it, he'd admitted her had blood on his hands and she- she'd trusted him. She'd invited him into her home, she'd cried on his shoulder when she found out about her mother. Oh, God, her mother. Had he known all along? Her stomach twisted and clenched and heaved and- "Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick."