As we entered the cold room, the smell of disinfectant so strong in my nostrils, I realized some god must’ve really liked her and sympathized with her situation, because laying in the middle of the room was a body that from afar really looked like Hermione. Same auburn curly hair, same tiny figure. As I got nearer I started taking notes of all the differences: she didn’t have her "mudblood’ scar, her nose was bigger and pointier and the general structure of her face didn’t resemble Hermione. She could’ve been a distant cousin, but definitely not her twin, or even a sister.