Hermione shifted in her seat, looking out the window to follow the stops. She hadn’t meant to hurt Bellatrx’s feelings by bringing up the past. There were days she wondered if she danced too close, too dangerously and tapered with whatever guard might be before the memory. But if something as simple as a misspoken sentence could suddenly trigger the mad sadist, she was certain Dumbledore wouldn’t have left Bellatrix in her trust. 