She took a deep breath and looked into Harry’s green eyes, smudged beneath with dark shadows from the constant strain and fear they were all under. It was the worst for him – he was their de facto leader now, in most things, under Remus and Kingsley’s careful supervision. He carried so much of the burden. She wanted him to be able to be happy. She bit her lip and thought about whether Malfoy should be trusted. She started to speak and then stopped. Tried again and stuttered to a halt.