Deciding not to push the issue any further, her husband pointed his wand at his temple. Concentrating on his recollection of that horrible day ten years earlier, he pulled silvery strings of memory out of his mind. Once they were swirling in the liquid of the pensieve, he gestured to her to take a look. Suddenly even more nervous to learn the truth, Hermione hesitated. Only after he gripped her hand in support did she dip her head into the memory.