"Pathetic," Fleur breathed into her ear, and Hermione remembered when that would have riled her up. Young Hermione would have reacted at that, fought her way out of the situation even. Instead, she felt tears well in her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried, her tears having long since run dry. It felt foreign. The tears felt hot as they dripped down her cold temples. Her ribcage was being torn in half, surely. She could feel it. She could feel her heart being ripped from her body. 