Nothing about what he said encouraged Hermione in the slightest. There was still some part of her that was hoping that she'd blown everything up out of proportion and there was nothing to be worried about. If Mr. Akingbade thought that Antonin would need his brothers there to keep him from rushing out in the night to track Rodolphus down to murder him, what he was about to reveal had to have been just dreadful. She didn't mind that he'd shared what he had with her brothers-in-law. Though there had been many years when the Dolohov brothers would've preferred to ignore the others" existences, the events of the previous year brought them a lot closer. The loss of their youngest seemed only to have solidified the bond that Antonin said hadn't really been present since they were small. She would trust Alain and Alexandre with her secrets just as she would trust them with her husband's safety. They were all one family, were they not? That fact meant more to her than it used to.