Hermione followed the sound of soft crying. It bothered her that the girl was being so quiet. How terrified was she? Was it common for her to have to be quiet? Part of her wanted to know what sort of existence the child had with Ginny, a fearsome Resistance leader and likely spy, as a mother, but she was afraid she would grow quite angry if she did discover it. Somewhere deep down inside of her, buried far enough down that she wasn't even sure that it still existed, was compassion.