In that moment, she hated Voldemort, her gang leader, more than she’d ever hated anyone before. She hated him for making obscene demands of her, for taunting her with his money that she needed, for forcing her to kill–take care of business with–a man she didn’t even know. That man could have had a family, but Hermione didn’t want to venture down that road lest it make her mourn not only him, but the naive little girl she used to be.