A war raged within Hermione. She wanted to forget everything that was bad and nasty and hurtful to just enjoy the sensation of the numbness that she missed. At the same time, she could hear that nagging voice in the back of her mind that sounded so much like the obnoxious fourth year she once was nagging everyone who would sit still long enough to listen about the plight of the house-elves. That voice reminded her that she had to stay strong, that she couldn't give in to the potion's effects. No matter what happened next, she had to remember. She couldn't give up.