Hermione shook herself and shot her a smile. "Oh, nothing, nothing. Only I’ve spent a lot of time being homeless, you know. I had nowhere to go after my parents vanished and nobody who’d take a bastard in. Little girls on the streets make mistakes. They trust people they shouldn’t. But when they grow up, they’re going to kill everyone who thinks they can get away with it. And that includes Lord Potter." Her voice, which had started out light, hardened as she reached the end of her speech.