Hermione was covered in bruises, cuts, and other injuries. Some looked weeks old, and some looked fresh. Blood oozed thickly from a laceration behind her ear. Moments ago, she had been wearing a cute little polka dot mini, curls bouncing; now, she was in nondescript robes, dirty, ripped, and with dried blood. Her blood. She could feel the injuries that were hidden by the robes. None were more than skin deep, but they looked it. They were also not a glamour - they were real. Easily reversible but real. 