With a grunt Hermione stood up and walked towards the door next to her bed. Behind it was a tiny bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and studied her features. Her hair has no longer an untamable, frizzy mass, she had cut it a while ago. Instead it now reached her chin, just long enough to pull it out of the way. Her eyes were no longer bright and filled with wonder as they had once been, now they were cold and hard, having seen too much death and destruction to shine. A scar started just above her right eye, going across the bridge of her nose and ended at her top lip. Any baby fat she had was long gone, having vanished due to starvation and years on the run. Not only had her years of fighting gotten rid of any fat, but it also increased her muscle. She was still slim and lean, but she now had noticeable biceps and calves. They came a price though. Her body was a map of scars from close calls and near misses. With  final look at herself the hardened witch retired to bed. She had a long day ahead of her.