But the darkness that Granny Granger used to talk about couldn't be denied. She could always feel it writhing around just under her skin. How many times had she stopped herself when she was younger from hurting someone that hurt or threatened her? And worse than simple defense, how many times had she felt the desire to hurt someone for no other reason than she simply desired to hurt them? In school she took pleasure in seeing Marietta Edgecombe's ruined face. She knew what she was doing when she lured Umbridge out into the Forbidden Forest. Part of her hoped desperately that the witch would be dragged into the underbrush by the herd of centaurs. It wasn't a surprise to learn later what they did to captured human women. She knew that before she ever entered the forest. And trapping Rita Skeeter into the jar in her animagus form? That was mild compared to what she actually wanted to do to the evil woman.