To say she was exhausted was an understatement. The dark magic made her feel just above being a corpse; her body felt frozen from the inside out. And it wasn’t just the physical act of casting the Memory Charm. More so, it was the crushing weight of feeling so used. It made her physically ill to have her magic, a part of her soul that pulsed through her veins like blood, used so haphazardly to the detriment of others. She feared she was just as Kingsley and Percy described–no different than a Death Eater. It caused her pain to know she had given so much during the War, only to be taken advantage of by the Ministry, the ones who were supposedly rebuilding trust from the ground up. 