James didn't hate Hermione, but he definitely harbored no affection for her. The first day of term, James had told Sirius that he didn't want her around. She's a bitch, he'd said, referring to her frosty welcome. And then there were those moments where her eyes would lose focus and she would stare into space. There was an old rage in her eyes during those times, something deep and painful. Maybe she killed somebody, James had said. He was unnerved by her, even afraid. She's hiding something, he'd insisted. Sirius didn't disagree. A lot of somethings. Secrets were fine with the Marauders. They had more than their fair share, of course. As far as he knew, though, none of them ever looked haunted. Not like that.