As he tucked into his breakfast, Hermione sipped at her tea thinking over again what she learned the previous day about Andromeda. That was all she'd been able to think about since she pulled herself from the pensieve. Even her dreams were colored with remnants of the hazy memories. She knew that she shouldn't feel guilty about the death. The wretched woman was going to tell her husband a secret she never intended him to learn. If he knew about the herbs and potions she'd purchased from the hag over the years, she had no doubt that he would become so angry that he would kill her. There were multiple incidents over the years when she thought she might finally push him over the edge to where he couldn't control himself. None of those were anywhere close to being as sensitive an issue for him as the growth of their family. His most fervent desire had been to fill their home with the sound of laughter and little feet. If left up to him, they would have had a dozen. She'd denied him the opportunity.