Thinking about her husband's part in all of it did nothing but make her stomach hurt. She didn't love Antonin. Not in the way a wife was supposed to love her husband. Perhaps if there had been changes made in the past, one path taken instead of another, it might have developed organically. But it hadn't and there was no reason to lament its loss. Their marriage was strong in other ways, weak in some. Knowing that there were people that existed in the world that wanted to kill her family was upsetting. Nothing new, of course, but still bothersome. It almost made her want to return to Hogsmeade to do what she could to keep her son protected.