"The night Dumbledore died, he offered me and even my family asylum with the Order. I cannot tell you how many nights I have lain awake wishing I had said yes. After that night, in between bouts of light torture from either my aunt or Voldemort, I started to wake up. The pureblood idealogy had been beaten into me - literally - from the moment I was born. I had never questioned it or my place at the top of it. But after that night, I started to. All I wanted was out by the time the Battle of Hogwarts happened. Mother and I had plans to use the Room of Requirement during the battle to take a series of Portkeys and flee to New Zealand. The first Portkey went to Exeter." Hermione sucked in a breath.