As much as she might have wanted to believe him, she struggled. They were friends, certainly, but their friendship hadn't been nearly as long as his friendship with her husband. Antonin trusted the wizard with not only his life, but also with the lives of his wife and son. That was no small thing. Hermione decided that she had nothing to lose. If he was telling the truth, great. If he wasn't, she'd been aware that a day like that had been coming since she stabbed her husband in the eye with a fork. Resigned to her fate, she sat down in the chair next to the burly blond.