Hermione wasn't naive. She knew that groups, even those like the Domina were, ultimately, run by people with agendas. And agendas could change. But the Covenant, the Code... they were borderline gospel truths. She didn't want to believe that they had murdered one of their own. Didn't want to believe that they had taken a child and trained her to become one of them. It was... heinous even for a group that made its living by murder. Children were never to be touched. Ever. For any reason. Members of the Domina willingly joined, were recruited sometimes fiercely but always, always chose to be there. Hermione shook her head, unwilling to believe Cecily's story.