Hermione turned to the stranded children and gasped in surprise. They were utterly hysterical. They were still children, somewhere under those black eyes. Hermione took her wand ... she couldn’t do this ... even to them. They were abominations, abhorrations of children, really ... but still children nonetheless. They looked like them, acted like them. It wasn’t their fault what had happened to them. Hermione’s wand shook in her stilted grip.