Thinking about the Yaxley home, next door to their home of twenty years, Hermione was able to Apparate directly to the scene of the attack in moments. She felt her husband's comforting presence at her side only seconds later. Standing in the middle of the village that had once been their home, she didn't even recognize the street. Chaos reigned. Fire and screaming filled the night air. When she looked over at the space where she knew she would see their home, Hermione grabbed Antonin's arm in a painful grip. It was... gone. Nothing but a pillar of black smoke remained where they'd lived for so long.