"You would have ended up a pawn of the Dark Lord," he says, not doubting that in the least. "My father would have treated you like a second son, and then just handed you to him on a silver platter," he says, shoulders tightening then, his chin lifting. "You know, just like he did me."

And he believes that after what his father did to him, let them do to him, they would both be dead now.

Stepping in, sliding his hand over Harry's chest as he stares into his eyes. "And you think this is going to make me move and get them?" Smiling though as he rests his brow against Harry's. "I'm glad you didn't shake my hand then. I really am."