Long after midnight and well into the early morning hours, the pain continued. The Dark Lord enjoyed toying with his followers, reluctant or otherwise. Hermione had had the opportunity on numerous occasions to see it firsthand. Long ago, a lifetime it felt really, when she was so enmeshed in that world that she couldn't even imagine trying to run away, she couldn't understand why there were Death Eaters who would become disillusioned and try to leave. It seemed like an enormous waste of potential.