"-No Harry! You still don’t get it, do you? You can never make it better. What you and Ginny have done is not just destroyed my life. You have cost me my parents, they were innocent Harry. Even if I forgive you for my life, I can never forgive you or wizarding Britain for the brutal murder of Dan and Emma Granger. I can never love you Harry. There’s nothing but hate for you inside my heart. I won’t kill you... No, that would be an easy way out for you. Your punishment is... To Live! Live all alone, no friends, no family. Alone, just like I’ve been." Hermione breathing heavily sat down near the wooden crates with her back resting against them, hissing as the wound pressed lightly against the crates.