"They need to believe though," Seamus continued, more vehemently than Harry expected, taking him by surprise, "You were right when you said You-Know-Who doesn’t care about blood-status really - we’re all gonna’ end up dead if we can’t get people to face up to reality. I’ve written to my mother - I don’t care if the post is being watched," he added at Harry’s slightly concerned look, "I don’t care - is the Ministry going to tell me I can’t tell my own mother not to read the Prophet? To not believe its lies? It’s ridiculous. And I don’t know if she believes me yet, but she will. They all will, one day - hopefully not when it’s too late," Harry nodded slowly, "And... and Harry," he continued, suddenly sounding anxious and slightly embarrassed, "I want you to know that I won’t tell anyone about what I saw earlier - I’m so sorry for barging in, if I’d known I wouldn’t have. But you don’t need to worry about me spreading your business - or, or gossiping about you and Malfoy," he said firmly, and Harry shifted uncomfortably.