Hermione’s mouth closed, falling silent as she looked up at Voldemort with her lips forced into a thin line, trying not to overstep things anymore than she already had. She wanted to throw back at him the innocence that had been mindlessly lost because of him. What was one Death Eater versus hundreds of people who didn’t deserve death? This was the Dark Lord himself she was dealing with. Why would he see any reason behind her words? All she could do was hold her tongue.