"I had no one, Hermione. You had Potter and Weasley and everyone else, probably falling all over each other to try to make you feel better. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. The only people around me were the ones who were hurting me," he ground out, suddenly angry with Hermione. So she had bad memories and a few scars; he had lost his fucking hand, and more besides. She blanched as he snarled at her, an apology stammering from her lips.