She lowers her head, hair hanging in front of her face. She remembers that night, his refusal to identify them. At the time, sh’d thought it was just fear he had been wrong not wanting to summon Voldemort for a small matter. But....when Bellatrix had her, his face as she screamed. He’d looked...terrified, actually, eyes trained away from her, onto the wall, and his mother had been standing half in front of him to shield him from Bellatrix's eyes, if she had noticed. Of course she hadn’t, she’d had her to concentrate on. Hermione’s scar itches, but that's just because she’s thinking about it.