The sound of the front door opening downstairs broke Hermione out of her thoughts. Careful not to jostle the bed too much to wake Oliver up, she got up to prepare for the next few moments. Unless her husband gave away the secret of the wards they used to protect their home, only one person would be standing at the bottom of the staircase. She was surprised at the intensity of the relief she felt to see Antonin unharmed and whole. Her feet descended the stairs faster than they'd ever done so before. Her husband was ready to catch her when she threw herself into his waiting arms. Holding him tight, she understood his strange behavior that morning. He had been saying goodbye. Whatever happened that day, he didn't expect to come home from.