"How can human beings be so cruel ... to a child ... a blood relative child!" Enola breathed. Then she felt her lungs hitch. She looked up at Hermione with tearful eyes. "This is what you thought I was being like ... when I told you to send those girls back to the Death Eaters! You saw me as being as cruel, as merciless, as heartless as people like this! And you were right ... about all of it. We have to try, don't we? We should help them if we can. Otherwise we are as bad as this, as bad as them! I'll help, Min, I promise. I'll help you rehabilitate these kids, or whatever your plans are. Don't hate me for what I said. I didn't see ..."