"They couldn’t do that! They couldn’t. You were underage when you became a Death Eater! You were raised to it – coerced and threatened into obeying orders. Tortured when you didn’t. But in the end you still defected. You’re actively fighting you-know-who now! They have to take that into account. They couldn’t just lock you up for years." Her voice was shaking and so were her hands, one of them sliding up to lie against his neck, her thumb stroking his jaw as she stared wide eyed and desperate into his eyes.