It wasn't meant to be unkind. Hermione knew that. Many long years had come and gone since the man was last the boy who enjoyed tormenting and taunting her with his words. Even holding that knowledge, a tightness settled in the pit of her stomach. Sometimes she could look back on what she had done for so many years for the regime with pride. Mostly, she was beginning to feel the stings of regret in yet another area of her misguided life.