"Marion." He growls her name, and Hermione feels herself jolted into an intoxicated haze. She is not Marion, she is  Hermione . Hermione, the girl he hurt. The girl whose friends he murdered, maimed, tore apart in every possible way. The girl he would have taken a bite out of. The girl who blasted off his arm, and ensured he would spend a lifetime in Azkaban for his crimes.