Every time she looked at him she thought children, and then fiercely, but it wasn’t his fault. He had been raised to it, threatened, coerced, manipulated, tortured into doing what Voldemort wanted. She felt certain that Muggle society wouldn’t hold him fully responsible for what he had done. There would be consequences, but Muggles would take into account his upbringing and his fear for his life. In a way, his situation was somewhat analogous to that of child soldiers; he couldn’t be held responsible for, as a child and young adult, choosing to do whatever kept him alive.