To suggest that she and their son seek refuge with her ex-lover was no small gesture for Antonin. The words must have tasted bitter on his tongue. Hermione stood at the backdoor waiting for the moment their world could potentially come crashing down around them. Her husband slipped out of the door into the back garden hardly making a sound. Years of experience skulking around dark alleyways gave him an advantage over most. She watched him through the tiny window next to the door, hoping that she wasn't about to be forced to run too.