She investigated his face, now frowned in confusion, not daring to look away. "You didn’t do it. You-Know-Who made you." He stared at her, then his gaze slid to her lips as if the words she was saying were in a language he didn’t understand. She leaned even closer into him, if that was possible, saying in a soft voice, "When all of this is over it’ll seem like nothing else but a bad dream. When we win this war, you’ll be free from You-Know-Who. You must understand you had no choice and it’s not your fault he picked out you to abuse."