"Does Magnus know that you ran after me? Is he happy that you returned from the continent with his sister, half-dead?" The questions shoot out and he grabs onto her arm, fingers pressing into the crook of her elbow. She turns her eyes on him. She hates him, more than she ever has before. He is not a monster, he is a man, and Hermione realizes that is so much worse. "He may be your loyal follower now, but how much longer will he allow you to remain close to me? His own blood?"