"Your scars – Dark Magic?" Madeleine asked with blunt, unemotional curiosity as she checked the potion's consistency and colour and Hermione tensed, remembering. She faltered in her stirring and her chest went tight, the beginnings of panic she hadn't felt in so, so long rose up in her again. She shoved it back down with an effort, trying to focus on the present, on how far she had come, on the fact that she wasn't going to let that time in the Malfoy Manor rule her.