"We can't all leave without Granger, you know that, don't you? It'll start all over again," he tells her, glancing at Potter watching them like the slack-jawed fool that he was and rolling his eyes.

God, he hated himself for doing this. Truly.

"You're taking this," he said through gritted teeth, getting to his feet and reluctantly pushing his wand into Potter's hand. "You and Weasley get upstairs, get your little Mudblood witch and get out of here."