"But the way Malfoy tells it; he truly can’t face the thought of killing anyone. Apparently. So he took his mother and ran for it. He made it to Grimmauld Place, which is where Remus found him hanging about with his mother – whom incidentally he’d had to Imperius because she wouldn’t leave willingly without Lucius. And anyway, now he’s here, begging for refuge, and I don’t know what the hell to do." Harry sighed once more and scrubbed his hands through his messy hair again, meeting Hermione’s eyes. "I don’t know whether we can believe him, "Mione. I don’t know what to do."