"Right," Katie said sarcastically, unable to help the hint of a biting tone that slipped out, "You report that I've come out from under it, and what? They kill me? Or maybe lock me up in Azkaban so they can let me waste away or be tortured to death, just like they did to my mother." A tear slipped down her cheek unbidden and she wiped it away angrily, pushing off the couch and rising to her feet. "That's not an option." She began to pace slowly back and forth, the couch in between her and T. Quaffle glanced up at her with a whine and then turned his warning gaze back to T.
The mention of joining Potter, though, that was something she hadn't even considered before, and she stopped still, her voice hushed, "Harry." He and Ron and Hermione were probably together, she knew that much from having gone to school with them, they were always together. And they were wanted for the Ministry, though now she thought she finally had a better understanding of why. She pulled her thoughts away from him at the question, blinking her eyes at him for a moment before she said, "I'd have fought." Wasn't that obvious? It was to her. "We all would have fought, well- most of us. Because most of us would never agree to a government run by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, a world where people were captured and tortured and killed for idiot things like their blood, something they can't even control. I would have fought to stop him and every sick twisted bastard that follows him." Her eyes flashed at that, dropping down and lingering on the spot where his Mark was, an involuntary shudder going down her spine as she took a step back. How was it that she could both trust him and be terrified of him all at the same time? If there was one thing she missed about being in the fog, it was her blurry, entirely-positive perception of who T was as a person. Now she felt like she barely even knew him. How could she like someone who was mostly okay with the current government, a regime she utterly despised now that she was no longer under their control.