Despite feeling physically exhausted, Hermione couldn’t seem to stop her mind from whirling. She should have known that the Order was responsible for the destruction of her blood brothers and sisters. She hated to think all the signs of their full betrayal had been there and she had missed them. She liked to think that she was smarter than that. She lay on her back and stared at the top of the bed curtains, wishing that she had realised long ago how little she could trust those around her.