It had been eight years since Hermione had to be brave. Truly, brave. Not the type of bravery that led to talking up a man at the coffee shop, or the type of bravery that it took for a presentation to the department heads. The type of courage that took every ounce of willpower, the mental fortitude and fearlessness that led Harry into the dark forest, allowed Neville to destroy that Horcrux those many years ago. The type of bravery she held so steadfast that day she led them all nearly to their deaths when robbing Gringotts. Gryffindor bravery. 