"It's okay, Hermione. We know enough. Your parents..." She gave a violent shudder, causing both Harry and Ron to grip her more tightly. "I suspect, when you found them, it was... not great. It all came crashing back down, didn't it? Everything you'd fought to forget, to get past, came back and shoved you back into that hole." Harry closed his eyes at Ron's words knowing that Ron was speaking from personal experience now. He felt Hermione lower her head to his shoulder, nodding at Ron's words. Harry lifted his free hand to Ron's shoulder, squeezing in understanding when Ron's hand came up to grip his forearm. They stayed like that - in a weird, triangular, semi-embrace, for minutes on end. Remembering, comforting, breathing. Something they'd not done after the Battle, perhaps been unable to do together when everything had been so fresh and raw.