Hermione swallowed hard and let the twitching of her muscles direct her screams. She let out a scream for all the lovely things in life she had to give up. Her parents, her childhood, her best friends, her chance at love. It wasn’t hard to pretend like she was in pain; she had been aching every day since the damned war had started. It didn’t take effort to conjure feelings of torture, it was just her existence. 