"That was part of it," Hermione said quietly.  "But I’d just lost Severus... I probably sensed what happened to Scabior, though I didn’t realize it with all the worry about the others.  It was the worry that was making me sick.  And... maybe just being apart from them.  I could hardly see straight," she said softly.  "And then... when they came into the courtyard with all of his supporters... when I saw them – it was just as much joy as realizing Harry was alive," she said.  "I can’t explain why I feel the way I do about them, Arthur.  I know you have no reason to trust them... but Lucius protected me from the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters.  He made sure Wormtail never got anywhere near me.  I imagine they may go into hiding now.  What I do know is that it’s not over... not while I’m still bound to them like this, and that they won’t go anywhere until we talk.  I have to go back."