"Do you think I’d be standing here if there was? This needs to happen, and you can’t go easy on me. The Death Eaters sure won’t. If I can’t fight the two of you off, my best friends, what chance do I stand against them? You both said you’d do anything for me. I NEED this from you two. Please." Hermione begged desperately. She hated this, hated having to ask them of this. But it was necessary. It was life or death.