A hardness colored the girl's features. She seemed angry for reasons Hermione couldn't even begin to fathom. Was she bothered by the fact that she'd tried to seek out another life? Did she believe her to be a coward and a traitor? Because she absolutely was. Hermione simply didn't understand why a child born and raised within neutral Wales by a former Dumbledore's Army member and a Hufflepuff could become so fascinated and protective of the witches and wizards that should have been part of her nightmares.