"Don’t worry," he scoffs. "She hides it very well, I didn’t know in the beginning until the Dark Lord started to make jokes about it. For a moment I still thought he was really joking and not actually hurting her. Until I finally saw the signs, she stopped wearing clothing with a lot of buttons, she barely eats, focussing hard on the few bites she takes. In the evening or night, house elves will bring her more, for her to eat in her room, where no one sees her tremble or drop a fork," his eyes are blazing with anger and filled with tears at the same time. "I can’t even protect my Mother, Hermione. My Mother," He grits his teeth to keep himself from crying.