Her husband caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her in his lap while she screamed herself raw. Heaving sobs ripped from her chest and Hermione couldn’t catch her breath; the words your mum, your mum, your mum on repeat in her mind like a broken record. She didn’t notice as Draco’s tears soaked through her thin, cotton tee shirt, nor the way her voice grew hoarse. Eventually her wails tapered off, but the sound of her husband whispering his support nearly broke her anew. 