Satisfied with her answer, Harry gave her a small smile and squeezed her shoulder. He walked out, leaving Hermione by herself. Rolling back to her side, still clutching her coin, Hermione cried herself to sleep. But sleep only brought nightmares of the possibilities of what was happening to Theo with his father’s maniacally laughing, snarling face in the background. "  Your mudblood whore is next!"  echoing through her mind.