Hermione cleared her throat, tightening her hands in her lap, before continuing. "When I left... after the Battle... I knew it would hurt you both. I knew it, and I did it anyway. I was... lost. Inside myself. Ever since..." She closed her eyes, took a deep, deep breath, before speaking through gritted teeth, "Bellatrix." Harry's eyes snapped up to Ron, whose jaw flexed at the reminder of what they had been forced to listen to her endure. "Ever since that day at the Manor I haven't... the things she made me see..." Nausea roiled in Harry's gut. He could only imagine what it had been like for Hermione. He'd never heard her speak of what happened at Malfoy Manor. Had never seen her try.