For hours, her son didn't leave her side. She was glad for the company as they waited for Antonin to come back. Neither of them said it out loud, but both of them feared that they would be waiting forever. No one was invincible. No one was immortal. That included their husband and father. They had to prepare themselves for the very real possibility that it was just the two of them left. She had to make plans. Remaining in the country wouldn't be an option. Rabastan made that clear. Maybe she would take Oliver to Africa. His uncle was there and she knew it was safe. Or they could go to Australia. Her parents might even follow them once they found out their only child and grandchild couldn't come back to the country. Hermione knew that she would have to make up her mind quickly if Antonin was dead.