Hermione shudders at the words she hasn’t heard in months, her body jerking under their recognition. It’s like screaming into a void and hearing it, impossibly, say her name back. She’d almost forgotten how the rolls of the syllables sounded to her ears, the purpose of the words being said aloud. And with the resurgence of the Order’s code word rush back all the memories she’s repressed six feet below in her mind.  