The blood in Hermione’s veins froze, as she slowly backed down away from him. The word that she hasn’t heard in weeks now, echoed in her ears. She could almost feel the place on her arm where it was carved start to burn. It was silly to think that she could still feel it. The scar had already turned from pink to white and was starting to fade, thanks to the spells and ointments she used on it. But if you knew what to look for the word Mudblood was still visible on her arm.