But, she had responsibilities she never considered before. Looking across the table at her son reading another one of his assigned books for the summer, she knew that she couldn't leave him again. Not on his own. Antonin was by far the better parent. That wasn't even up for debate. Anyone with half a brain cell could tell that. Maybe it was because unlike her, he desperately wanted to have children. She'd only done it because she was ordered by her master. Regardless of how she ended up with her son, they had to prepare themselves for the very real possibility that all they had was each other. No longer under the constant effects of the rage-inducing potion combined with the absence of Rodolphus" memory charms and control, Hermione felt more capable of caring for her son if the need arose. She would be better than nothing if she was the only parent he had left.