She rushed to the nearest mirror, hoping that it wasn’t some dream, that the necklace really was finally off of her. When she rushed to a small mirror perched on an end table by her cot, Hermione paused and gasped at the site of her second mark. Staring back at her was the reflection of the special second mark that Tom had chosen for her. Instantly understanding its significance, the corner of Hermione’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk. As if created by black ink, the mark of a tattooed chained choker necklace wrapped around her neck.