He was so fortunate, to have his wife. He couldn't imagine not being with her. Had he left her alone, she would have married Potter. And they would have their children and live their happy, sad little lives together. The thought filled him with contempt. Potter would have always been unhappy, searching for what he had already lost. Hermione would have been wasted with him. He couldn't let that happen. Here, she had everything she could ever want. A beautiful son, a powerful husband, wealth beyond what she was used to.