The pain in her head gave her something that she could focus on. It would be time for more potions soon. She almost looked forward to the blissful numbness they would bring. Would that be her feeling for the rest of her dismal life? Craving potions made her sick to her stomach. She didn't want to be a slave to anything, even her own fucked up body and addiction. If she could go back in time with all of the knowledge that she held in that moment, she would make so many different choices. Maybe she'd even figure out a way to throw her lot in with Neville Longbottom or George Weasley and end her existence years before she had to endure the pain and degradation that the Dark Lord's regime brought to their world.