"Hermione, look at me," he pulls my chin up, forcing me to do so. "He loves you, he might show it differently than you are used to, but he does. You grew up with loving Muggle parents, in a world so different from the wizarding one. Everything changed during your time at Hogwarts, which is a lot in only six years. You found out you were adopted, your angry Potions Master is your Father, your best friend is actually also your half-brother. You never knew your Mother, you fell in love, followed your heart and it ended up badly. You are a Death Eater because you were forced, but you are a spy because you love a lot of people. You are so young, only seventeen and you have utterly too much responsibility on your plate. Take it from me, my parents were forcing the Dark Mark on me too and they almost killed me for it. I was lucky to get out and find shelter with the Potters, they loved me like their own, James was like my brother... They saved me."