Harry had never spoken to Hermione’s parents, only ever once overheard their voices, during a bygone visit to Diagon Alley years ago. But the tone of her mother’s speech was distinctly familiar. She had the same sort of accent as Hermione, a similar inflection to the one that Harry knew so well in his future wife. Only he had never heard it laced with such desperate fear before. It froze every muscle in Harry’s body as he watched the scene continue, hardly able to keep his eye on it.