Standing just outside the damned Quidditch store with his nose pressed up the glass with a boy who could only be a Weasley, Oliver was completely oblivious of the terror that he put his mother through. Hermione felt her heart-rate begin to return to normal as she caught her breath. He was safe, he was whole. Tempted to do exactly what Antonin did to him when he was small, she managed to resist the urge.