Midas’ hand tightened around Hermione’s. "My second son, your grandfather, died just last winter. He was predeceased by his elder two daughters and his son. I...I had hoped that he hadn’t been predated by Myria too..." He shook his head. "He told me he kicked her out but by the time that I had told him to take back what he said and bring her home, we could no longer find her." He looked at Hermione like she had suddenly hung the moon and stars and gave her a watery smile.