"What did Malfoy do?" Harry asked angrily, and Hermione snorted a startled, teary laugh. What did he do? God, what a horribly appropriate question. She kept seeing it in her mind’s eye, kept imagining a crying, terrified child in Draco’s arms, and him handing the child to Greyback, his pale features stony and emotionless. God. She couldn’t get the image out of her head.