"’That’s where you’re wrong, Hermione. They came for you eventually, and for your parents, but it was much later. You could have bailed anytime before and left the country. Hell, you could have gone to Beauxbatons. Nobody would have blamed you, a Muggleborn and friend of Harry Potter? Sometimes, I still lay awake at night, amazed we three survived. I think about all the ways it could have gone wrong and I could have lost any of you. We  almost lost you. I was so terrified back then that I could not protect you, and I think a small part of me will always carry that terror deep within me.’’ At that, she reached over to squeeze his hand once, then another time just for good measure. The feeling in itself is all too familiar. 