When her next session with Babajide Akingbade came around, Hermione wasn't ready to tell him what she uncovered in her dreams after he gave her the potion. It was too raw, too embarrassing. She had yet to really make any sense of what happened. Clearly, she had her culprit. For whatever reason, and she certainly couldn't even begin to fathom what that was, Rodolphus had been placing memory charms on her for years. Of all of the people in the entire world that she would've suspected of such a horrendous crime, her old friend never even came into the top one hundred. That's why he'd been so successful. She would've given her life in defense of his. Never would she imagine what he was capable of.