            Hermione knew they just wanted to help her, but she just didn’t know how. How anyone could. Molly had tried to smother her, Arthur had gotten all earnest and nervous, and Harry just tensed up, so unreasonably guilty that Hermione ended up comforting him instead. Of course, she had tried to talk to Ron—he was her boyfriend, after all. But those conversations always ended in red faces and bickering. It was better, this way. She didn’t bother the others with her trauma and nightmares. They didn’t walk away miserable for not being able to help. Besides, everyone else had their own share of pain. No one needed hers added to their pile.