Remus knew he had done something foolish. Part of him had known that even as he placed his pen to paper. He had known and he had not cared in that moment. He had truly thought what he was doing was going to be helpful. Perhaps not to himself, but that didn't matter. What mattered was tossing a wrench in Barty's plans. If he could help just one person question the Ministry...question the prophet even...then it'd be worth it. It'd be worth evoking Barty's wrath, of which he had assumed would be used solely against him.
Of course; he should have known better. It was nearly immediate that he saw the disapproval of all those he cared about. The fear raising up in them. He was sitting by the fireplace, journal laid open, focusing on the entry Fred had written to all of those in the uprising. It was deliberately because of his actions; he knew this. Only now was it beginning to sink in and he stared upon it, his stomach turning slightly.
Perhaps the wise thing to do would be to meet Barty full on. If he arrived at the Ministry soon enough...it might prevent the deaths of anyone he cared about. It'd force Barty to focus upon him and solely him.
He'd likely not leave the Ministry though.
His head snapped up when he heard the first syllables of his name being shouted. His hands dropped the journal and he placed his hands to his ears, since her screaming sounded even louder to him then it would others. He winced. He had tried not to think of Dora much in the wake of his decision. He hadn't thought of her at all when he acted upon it and when he was finished, she came rushing to his mind. He knew she'd be angry...she'd be disappointed...and many other words. So he tried not to think of it. Simply because he knew I'm sorry would not cut it.
He stood, looking to her, a slight frown crossing over his features.