But Hermione had her own inner turmoil to deal with. She could picture little Celesca Lovegood as clear as day ... this gorgeous, incredible child that she had come to love so much, in such a short space of time ... terrified with the most abhorrent fear possible, a fear so potent that it shouldn’t be allowed, a sort that Hermione had almost forgotten that the little girl had once suffered from for real, on that first night she’d seen her. Hermione couldn’t get the image out of her mind now ... just couldn’t shake it, however hard she tried.