To Hermione, the war wasn’t really over. It had taken too much of her with it. Celebrating the end of the war seemed to suggest she should be over it by now. She needed to parade in front of cameras, pretending to have her shit together. Pretending like she didn’t crumble under the weight of the nightmares and memories. Pretending that Hermione Granger made it out of that war. Sometimes she was convinced she didn’t. Too much of her was left behind. A shell of herself remained.