Hermione remembered her third year. She remembered what they felt like on the train and what they felt like when she'd stood with Harry watching them descend on Sirius and Harry both. She could still remember that cold feeling like everything had turned to ash. It'd been fatiguing, terrifying as she felt so far away from herself...and then, it'd stopped. No one, no matter how mad or cruel, deserved to feel like that for every waking moment and second of their life. 