"That is where you are mistaken. You died, Granger. Tell me where it was. When you looked for horcruxes, or on the battlefield? When you watched your friend’s eyes fade or when you buried them? Tell me what broke you, what split your bones and cut your muscles. What aches the most, what took your soul away, what made-" he was frantic, and Hermione felt his voice cut deeper, opening the wounds. He wanted to get the taste of her blood.