Knowing what was about to happen, Hermione wanted to close her eyes. She knew she couldn't. Memory-Antonin rushed to his wife, the same fear and rage in his expression that always existed when she insulted Andromeda. She had the audacity to laugh at his anger. In that moment of inattention, her foot slipped. Her husband screamed her name as she fell forward, grabbing the back of her robes in his hands. It wasn't enough of a grip to keep her from falling. The sound of fabric ripping out of his hands was almost as loud as the thump of her body hitting the stairs. Antonin screamed her name again, running down the stairs after her. She lay on the floor unmoving.