"I know that," she repeats. Ron looks exhausted beyond belief. Dark hollows swallow his blue eyes, and he's halfway to a scraggly beard, his skin more pallid than usual. And Harry doesn't look much better. He's clean shaven but his eyes are haunted. It's grief that hits Hermione then. A strange, consuming sense of loss; she has lost who she was. The Hermione Granger that Ron and Harry knew is dead, burned out by torture and degradation, and months of constant, terrible fear and suffering.