Pansy snarls at everyone in frustration, how can they not see that this was a disastrous plan?
"Look, Potter. As you said, the whole Wizarding Community and the Muggle one seem to be after our kind and these 'safe hidden islands' are literally on the other side of the globe."
"And is also our only chance at escaping this horrid situation— and planning how we can end this whole Purification, that will tip the balance of life and magic." Draco snaps back, defending his husband. Harry immediately squeezes the blonde's hand in silent comfort, the constant stress wouldn't end well for the baby and no one, especially Draco, would want that.
Almost everyone in the seating room winced at his words, despite this, Hermione muttered softly, "Pansy has a point— don't look at me like that, Draco— these islands are too far, and is in the middle of the Pacific." She chews on her lip.
"I do want to get to these islands since it guarantees safety, but we can't ignore the possibility of... Death." Hermione had glanced up the stairs, where Luna and Eliza are looking after the kids.
George stands, the chair he sat on scraping the floor noisily. With a deep sigh, he walks towards said stairs and climbs up. Not a word uttered from him.
Everyone watches him go, aside from Draco and Blaise, who seems to be deep in thought. Harry finds himself sighing heavily as well, this is going to take long.
He feels a squeeze from Draco, then. His husband was looking at him in concern.
Harry gives him a strained smile in assurance.
But it will be worth it. Everyone will be safe.