"You knew. You knew and you didn't tell me. How – how long? How long did you know? When did you get this?" Hermione waves the parchment, her breath skewing uneven as her chest constricts with grief and panic. They knew and they left her. Do not jeopardise cover. The Order had assessed the situation and decided she was expendable, and yes she was willing to die for the cause but god, the reality of it wasn't some noble death, but humiliation and pain and fear and she didn't want it. She was a coward.