Dominic swore, holding her that much tighter. Someone had tried to touch his little girl, someone had tried, and perhaps succeeded, at taking what wasn't his to take, and stealing something that was only hers to give. He was going to kill Lestrange, slowly, painfully, and enjoy every moment of it for what he did to Hannah. "No one will ever hurt you again, sweetheart." He kissed her hair, closing his eyes.
Ernie was startled when she pulled her hands away, not sure of what this all meant. Did Le--no. No, Lestrange hadn't force himself on Hannah, he couldn't have. Lestrange was a terrible man, but even he wasn't that bad was he? He felt ill. He felt as though he were going to be violently ill, and he wanted to know, wanted to know so many things even though part of him didn't want to know. Damn it all, he and Hannah had not even done that yet, they had been working up to such intimacies, and now it had all been ruined.
"Hannah..." He whispered, his hand extended halfway to her, but not touching her, not wanting to startle her. "Oh Hannah..."