"Andrew," Khaat said softly, "You're 11. And I know you've probably done a lot more in those few years than most adults have ever done. But the fact remains that you do need an adult, in the eyes of the law, to look after you. And, at this point, I would much rather you choose someone you halfways trust, even if that's only a little bit right now, than to have the Ministry of Magic choose who is going to be your guardian because it might be somone you don't like at all. And that is a very real possibility when your secret gets out. We're not going to tell, but someone else will find out. They always do. '
Khaat picked up the papers and read them, line by line, to Andrew, explaining everything to him, and answering every question he had. When they were at the end of the form, she laid a pen on the table and said, "So, I know I"m not you. But, if I were in your shoes, I'd sure be signing that paper. It looks like a good deal to me."
Andrew took a long drink off his soda, thinking. Then he silently picked up his pen and signed the papers. It wasn't that he didnt trust Steven. It was just scary feeling like he was being forced to trust because his dad was gone. He understood it protected him. And he did trust Steven to do it more than he trusted anybody else. He just hoped Steven would give him some time.