Leila wailed, and Hermione hugged her tightly while trying to choke out something comforting. But the look in Ron's eyes - Ron's eyes, not that stranger who'd stared at her - and those red, almost raw arms -
"We have to do something - we have to help him - "
Leila was sobbing in earnest, and Hermione knew the toddler was at her breaking point. "We'll be at Haven's Loft, Harry. I'm sorry, but Leila can't take any more - "
She kissed her daughter's wet cheek, waited for Crookshanks to leap to her shoulder, and disapparated.