Everyone's moving on, it seems, but Hermione can't seem to let it go. It's not the horrors she underwent that bother her, or the fact that there are still Death Eaters out there – it's that everyone's moved on, as if the problem's been solved, when they've only scratched the surface. Muggle-born students still face tremendous obstacles, entering a new world, alone and isolated. Misguided pureblood bulwarks still delude themselves and others with their faulty genetic theories, spreading misinformation and hate. And the adults around her still give her advice on how to handle everything, as if they'd been the one there, the one tortured on the floor, the one who felt the silver kiss of Bellatrix's blade as it pressed in.