"Their captive?" Hermione repeated dully.
It seemed like a million different names passed through her mind, but she didn't say them. None of them seemed plausible, and she didn't want to lie.
"Yes. Who was their captive?" Minerva repeated. She was looking at Hermione intently. Hermione suddenly felt like she was under a microscrope and her every moment watched.
"Hermione," Severus said in a firm voice, "Who was their capitive?"
Hermione turned to look at him. He looked so serious. He cared so much. She couldn't lie to him, but she couldn't tell him the truth either. So she avoided the question all together.