The little Hermione had seen was disturbing enough. She was having such terrible dreams, revisiting some of the worst visions she'd witnessed. She tended to snap awake in a fitful, sweaty state and had to summon Harry to her beside in the middle of the night, to hug his sleep-mussed form tight to her shivering body and pepper his head with little kisses, as though hoping to somehow soothe her own anxiety through physical contact.