Dudley Dursley’s daughter compliantly slipped out of bed. She followed the instruction not to speak, but she couldn’t help but cling hard to Hermione’s thigh, her eyes scrunched tight in a gesture of earnest thanks. Hermione’s heart bled for the poor little thing. She hoped Harry would share her sympathy for the child when he found out what Hermione had done, when she presented the girl to him later.