"I don't mean your face, Harry, I mean you. So much has happened that I feel like we're both different people - that we've spent so long apart that I'm scared we're going to lose each other. We're on different sides of a war I barely understand and we keep all these secrets from each other when we never used to. I feel like I'm going insane!" Hermione breathes out, her eyes moving up and down before she swallows.

She feels small - and, really, she looks it. She was never meant to be a ruler or a Marquis, she was never meant to be in charge of armies. She just wanted to go to school and be the best she could be.

"I don't know what to do any more, Harry. I keep making mistakes and hurting everyone I love." That isn't her - she's Hermione Granger. She's always supposed to have the answers.