"Voldemort separated me from my parents. I don’t know where he took me, and it didn’t matter in the end. He tortured me for months until I no longer knew who I was or why I was or how I was. Voldemort wasn’t alone, Aunt Bella was eager to help him. While she loved to use the Cruciatus on me, Voldemort was more of a blade and blood person – must be the half-blood in him." Hermione shivered when she imagined it, even though she tried to keep the brutal picture away from her mind. "I’m sure I had gone mad at some point, I’m sure I’d completely lost it. But Voldemort put my mind back together just to torture me further until I didn’t understand the meaning of the word no. He didn’t want me dead, he didn’t want me crazy, he needed me to be at my full capacity.