Maisie's sniffles tore once again at Hermione's heart. It made her angry that the poor child had to witness her uncle's murder. She must have been so scared. Poor Charlie. She wouldn't allow herself to feel sadness about his death yet. There would be plenty of time for that after. Giving Maisie's hand a reassuring squeeze before she dropped it, Hermione tried to get Rodolphus to step away from the children to talk to him privately. He wouldn't budge. What did it matter to him that the children were afraid? One of them he'd already admitted to kidnapping to use her precious blood and the other had been a constant source of annoyance for him since his birth. She had no doubt that Rodolphus would hurt Oliver too.