Danger, danger
When he entered the room, all he saw were pieces of broken glasses, strewn around the floor. And they were *everywhere*: thank Merlin the dragonhide boots he used during brewing wouldn't let the shards cut his feet. Not that he cared about that; but in an apothecary, those shards meant nothing good.
Especially when it was his apothecary.
A wave of fear coursed through him, intense and almost crippling. There shouldn't be so much broken glass in here, not in his little shop in the farthest corner of Britain, and surely not when he had so many wards set up around.
Definitely not when his witch was in here, the most clever witch of her age –who was now nowhere to be found.
What had happened to Hermione?
He picked up a shard of broken glass, speaking low words to it so that it reflected the scene from immediately from before it shattered.
”Revelio” he said, his hand shaking slightly as he saw a bunch of cloaked figures –how had they escaped the Dementors’ kiss?– approach a startled Hermione, who by reflex reached out to cover her heavily pregnant belly. As of that would be enough to shield their son.
Severus couldn't see what had transpired; he could see the men he thought he’d never see again talk to Hermione, circling her, threatening her. And she seemed to talk back to them, shifting their attention elsewhere before she grabbed her wand and literally thrashed their whole store upon the bunch of Death Eaters that had set their foot on the store.
Then, he saw nothing more. But it wasn't necessary; he grabbed his wand and stormed out in search of his family.