The reminder that not only had their former house-elf Dobby been inadvertently freed by his father but that the two remaining elderly house-elves they had after the war were taken away from his family struck Hermione. It was easy to forget. So much time had passed since those tumultuous days when the Dark Lord's regime was just beginning its revolution of their society. She hadn't had reason to even feel sorry for the family that stood idly by while a member of their own tortured her and threatened to hand her broken body over to the werewolf that terrorized their country when it suited him.