"Never. You can always come to your mum when you’re worried or scared. Don’t ever feel like you can’t." Pulling back, her mother cupped Hermione’s head in her hands, wiping at her teas and smiled. "Your father and I love you so much. If by some one in a million chance you didn’t get the marks, that doesn’t change how much we love you. You will always be our bright girl. But I promise you, the owls will arrive and you will be top of the class, like you always are. Leaps and bounds over us muggles and witches alike, hmm?"