Hermione hadn’t truly known the reality of this war until she had gone out to fight in it. The torture at the Manor and all that had gone before was nothing in comparison to this exhausting, soul-sucking business of all-out war. She just felt ashamed she had hidden away in Godric’s Hollow for so long, and let others fight her battles while she nursed her trauma over what had happened at the Manor. It was still a dark jagged wound on her soul, but when she was out in the thick of a fight, that wound was meaningless, unimportant compared to the frantic fight to stay alive.