Now he is quiet, still even. His heart thuds wildly in his chest and while he gazes upon her he is not focused on her. He is remembering the trial. His tongue had still felt heavy even after a few hours of having taken the veritaserum and though the effects had long worn off he still felt the strange urge to speak his secrets.
The verdict was clear. Innocent! But certain precautions needed to be taken. A visit with healers every two months, and restrictions on certain magics. No occulmency and no animagi training.
He parted his mouth, licked his lips and frowned.
"I was a death eater," he admits slowly. "Under the imperius curse as done by my father. After my father died at Hogwarts in that.. battle, the curse was broken, but the ministry fears it remains in me. They think if I am an anamagus that I will not have the mental capacity to control myself."