Hermione set aside her own glass of firewhisky on the side table beside her. "I came to warn you, Severus. I have chosen you as my personal guard, but I am aware of your mistaken loyalties to the Order of the Phoenix. I have no wish for my husband to kill you for treason, and I assured him that you would do nothing of the sort, that you were an excellent soldier. But I also need Harry Potter dead. If he is killed by magic, say by avada kedavra, or cruciardius. Well, then that would only ensure our Lord's downfall."