As luck would have it though, his mind was still racing; the veritaserum pulling answers out of him for any question it thought she had asked. "Who can help me? No one. No, you wouldn’t care about that. What would you ask? Who was I trying to hurt? Yeah, that’d be it. Dumbledore. As if I could." He snorted then, very uncharacteristically deriding himself. "No, I’m no threat Granger. At least not for that."