"Hermione." It’s so soft and careful she wants to lean into it, let those words wash over her. Part of her does but not all. Not even most. No, most wants to to finish the words. Most of her wants to strike down the threat. "You are the strongest witch I’ve ever known. You are in control. You can come back from this." Hermione wants to ask what she has to come back from. What she’s done that she doesn’t know but it seems McGonagall knows. She needs to know what McGonagall is holding back. She can’t ask, she can’t open her mouth without the words spilling forward.