Ron and Harry were beside themselves with worry, squabbling over how they should get in contact with Sirius and the Weasleys. Their families. Hermione felt a pang of sadness in her chest. Was someone worried about her wellbeing? Or did they think of her only as an extension of Ron and Harry? Wanting her to be safe so she could, in turn, keep their boys safe? She thought of Remus and her heart splintered a little further, but she squared her shoulders, a maudlin attitude wouldn’t solve their problems, and she had work to do.