He slumped into a chair, his face showing his despair openly now that they were alone. "I don’t know what to do, Hermione. Until now I’d hoped that he was just missing, maybe run off to Merlin knew where, perhaps with that secretary of his that mother banned from the manor. But when his clothes arrived this morning... we all know what that means and I just... I know my father wasn’t exactly a good man, but he was always good to mother and I. And during the war he tried to keep us away from Voldemort as much as he could but we were all powerless, prisoners in our own home by that point. Since then he’s lived quietly, out of the way, not bothered anyone. I just don’t know what else we could have done! Why is this maniac targeting him?"