His jaw clenched as he looked at her, a mixture of anger and guilt warring in his face. "I tried to go to the Aurors, but Potter buried it. I tried to... discuss the matter with Weasley as well, but he and Potter made some... not particularly subtle threats about what would happen if I continued trying to interfere. I’m aware that my influence and money can get me quite far, but if the Boy Who Wouldn’t Fucking Die decided he was going to ruin my life, I would have a difficult time preventing him from doing that. And if I went to Azkaban, I wouldn’t have been able to make a deal with you."