Paling at the word harm, as there were so many different ways that word could have fit the situation, none of which she wanted to think about, Megan sucked in a breath. She didn't answer Spencer. She didn't want to argue about whether or not it had been death eaters. She wanted to believe him, even if she had to convince herself to do so.
Megan jolted with his shake, eyes widening slightly. Now, Megan had dated Spencer for over two years. She knew the idiot inside and out, and she knew for a fact that it pained him to make that offer. Having your ex-girlfriend at your house not only provided an opportunity for many awkward situations but it also cut off any chance of him bringing home anyone, both during her stay and for a while afterward as any decent girl (not that she thought him above taking home a less than decent one if the opportunity arose) would be quite hesitant after knowing he still had strong enough ties with his ex to live with her.
Megan was not about to be responsible for Spencer's misery, even if the thought of living with someone she knew could and would protect her was exteremely appealing. "Don't be ridiculous," she whispered, shifting her gaze away from his. "George will be here tomorrow to set up some wards and I- I'll be okay then. Just tonight I-" She what? Wanted him to stay? There were all sorts of horrid implications with that statement, so Megan kept it to herself.