[He shrugged it was true...he doubted he could have fought his aunt off anyway.]

I suppose.....I couldn't even tell them it was Potter, I did knew....it was him he was with you and Weasley....I just...couldn't.

[He glances at her forearm, he takes it and puts it along side his faint Death Eaters mark.]

Just like I you didn't want that carved into your arm, I didn't want this burned into my skin.