Carving sigils into her skin was the easiest part of the night. Listening to the phantom whisper in her ears was something else entirely and not exactly an unwelcome action. It spoke of deeply twisted desires and magic unknown to all the rest. It spoke about love and the purity to be found within her new purpose. It spoke of retribution and fire for all the evil that had befallen her. It spoke and Hermione listened and in the end the madness that she found there left her invigorated and refreshed.