Three days shy of her 26th birthday, Hermione Granger stood in front of her employer with an aching chest and a clear mind. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had received her latest Contract and she felt like she had aged at least two decades in that time. She hadn't known what the full consequences of her actions would be, hadn't considered what she would be asked to do. But she had made her bed, and she would damn well lay in it.