It was the first night that Hermione ever spent in a Muggle women's shelter. Truthfully, in all of her travels, she never would've thought for a second that hiding behind walls amongst other women struggling with the aftereffects of dangerous relationships was an option. She didn't feel like she belonged there. Every single second that she sat inside the warm building she felt certain that someone was going to point her out for the fraud that she was. She was the kind of person that everyone else should be protected from. What right did she have to seek her own protection?