"I'm well aware of what I've accomplished in the past, Harry, and exactly how and why I was able to do so." Hermione could feel her blood beginning to boil, magic surging through her veins and wanting to come out and play. She clenched her fists, refusing to lose control of herself right now. Not in front of Harry. Not at work. Just... Not at all. "The pain I have endured has shaped me into who I am today, and it pushes me forward even now."