She didn't mention the other possibility; that they could lose the war and Teddy, his parents, and everyone else in this house could be killed horribly. But they all thought of it, the possibility looming over their heads and drenching the silence between them. There was a long, solemn moment filled with uneasy fear before Harry cleared his throat and shifted, clearly uncomfortable, his fingers pressing tighter into Hermione's ankle as he moved. They waited for him to say something hopeful, or profound, or determined, breath caught in their throats. Harry always knew what to say to make everything seem possible.