Hermione was exhausted of being afraid. Every moment she was awake and her mind wasn't occupied, she was thinking over everything that could go wrong, how she wouldn't be able to protect her family, or even keep a grip on her sanity that often seemed so unstable. It had been many years since she last lived in constant fear. She wasn't conditioned for it any longer. Maybe she never would be again. Her life would stretch out in front of her one terrifying moment after another until she finally died, likely in a horrific, painful manner.