A strong, calloused hand found hers, the rough edges of skin scuffing her palm gently with a reassuring squeeze. "Don’t worry, Hermione," her husband said softly, his deep voice echoing through her mind. The gentle, reverberating timbre filled her chest with warmth. "It’s going to be fine." Charlie’s luminescent smile was blindingly beautiful. They floated through the Floo together, swirling smoke and light giving way to Molly’s surprised face greeting them along with the usual bevy of the Burrow’s inhabitants.