The image faded, leaving Harry to wallow in his misery. He would find a way out of this, make everything up to her, he swore that to himself. He felt so awful. What made the whole thing worse was that Harry had loved Hermione when all this had happened. He didn't know it at the time, but the revelation would have opened his eyes even then. He loved her ... and he let her be broken down like this. Why had this memory come to him? Was it some sort of torture? It felt like that.