Hermione usually had nightmares every time she fell asleep. She could see Bellatrix standing over her, smell her foul stench, her breath on her face sinking into her pours. She could feel her, the word "Cruccio’ etched in her mind every time she was on edge. She could feel the scar throb on her arm, "Mudblood’, an ever lasting reminder of what she was. She appreciated for the first time she had someone there for her, someone was watching out for her and it felt warming.