When Hermione asked him why he remembered how many times she had been cursed, he couldn’t make himself tell her how her screams haunted her. As she had been lying on that floor, all he could think was, she was smarter than he was, braver than he was, better than he was. So why was she suffering? He didn’t see a Mudblood. He saw Hermione on that floor. Bossy Hermione. Uptight Hermione. Defending Hermione. Hermione with her hands in the air, answering questions. All he saw was a girl he had known forever. He felt her screams embed themselves in his very bones.