"But after every time I was forced to wear it, following some act of disobedience or another, I felt darkly empowered. Every time I trudged back up to Gryffindor Tower with my face cut and scratched, the collar of my robes soaked in my blood, I felt a small victory for having survived. Harry would be proud of me, I thought, and if he was still out there fighting, then we all should be, too.