Screaming… so much screaming… The pain… it ripped through her like a knife… oh wait it was a knife. It was etching into her. Words… horrible words. She was marked. Marked with the most hateful of words. MUDBLOOD. That Word. No matter how much she disagreed with the principle of it, no matter the amount of glamour she applied, that word had defined her without her consent from the moment she set foot on the Hogwarts Express. Mudblood. Impure. Not enough. Tainted. Broken.
All these things just because of whom she had been born to.
Broken. So very broken…
"Hermione! Hermione! MIA WAKE UP! Love… I'm right here. It's just a dream… All a dream… I'm right here… Always… I promise! Come back to me my darling."