Nineteen months ago, Hermione Granger disappeared from the wizarding world, and his universe capsized. He’d been obsessing over her disappearance, fearing the worst. But he’d found her. She was alive. And after hearing tonight that she was dying because of the effects of her magic and putting her own life at risk for the sake of his made him sick. He couldn’t swallow any variation of that story. A life without Granger would be... well, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to even envision it. He had to keep her alive. He had to keep her safe. The war, his aunt, the Ministry, all of these things were trying to take her from him.