Hermione's heart clenched at the mental image of Ron crying about the past. She'd been there too. More times than she really wanted to consider. It took her years to move past those thoughts, but she was glad she was able to push all memories and recollections of her Hogwarts years to the very back of her mind. All those memories did was make her sad. She couldn't afford to wallow in the past. Not when her life was at stake. As a Death Eater, it was always at stake. One whiff of potential disloyalty and she could've been tortured or murdered. Not even the Dark Lord's prized pets were immune.