His voice dropped lower, his fury and resentment seeping into every single syllable. "You had everything, and I, nothing, but I forced myself to be at peace with that. You were safe, and that was all that mattered." His body was flush against Hermione’s now, both their intense emotions sizzling through the connection and making their magic crackle within the room. "I sent you back here for safe keeping, Fenrir’s words making me wonder at miracles, but still I had no way of being certain. Even after the few attempts at checking on your condition, I was determined he’d been wrong." Smiling cruelly, he glanced briefly at her parted lips before returning to her eyes. "And now I know, he was right, and I was not deceived, but still I was restricted from sharing in your happiness, your joy at Gwyneira’s existence. You deprived me of beautiful, magical moments, and I almost didn’t get to see the birth of her either."