Hermione wasn't sure what her beliefs were when it came to the existence of some sort of Higher Power. Sometimes it all sounded like complete rubbish to her logical brain, but then there were times she couldn't just simply write something off as a coincidence. The fact that early on in his miserable life Rodolphus was struck with a disease that would rob him of the ability to create his own children seemed divinely providential. Just imagining a child born with his genes mixed in with Bellatrix's was terrifying. The poor child would have had no chance at being anything closely resembling a normal, healthy human being. They would've quite simply been fucked from the very beginning. Was the hand of God responsible for his inability to create life? Needing a distraction from her disturbing thoughts about Rodolphus as a father, she dwelled on the knowledge of Draco's latest betrayal.