Hermione shrugged. There was little she could do at this point. She sat on her bed and drew her curtains around her. She'd had the curtains charmed to allow no sound to escape. It was a favor she'd asked from Dumbledore. Between Echo's clearly inhuman sounds and Hermione's nightmares there was plenty for her dorm mates to worry about, should they hear anything. She changed out of her uniform into her nightshirt there; she wouldn't want the girls to notice the scar she'd received from Dolohov in her fifth year. She had other scars, as most people did, but they were minor and had unimpressive stories behind them.