She stared down at the half-full felix felicis bottle.
"It shouldn't matter." She mumbled pacing her dorm. "I gave Dumbledore that note years ago. He shouldn't need Slughorn's memory."
Images flashed through her mind; Ron half-dead in the hospital wing.
"...I just wanted to study Snape's textbook."
Her parents out cold in St. Mungos.
"...I just-"
Krum's dead body, cradled in Harry's arms.
"Fuck."
She grabbed her bag and marched off to find Hermione.
"Here."
A battered book and potion were pushed into Gryfindor arms.
Hermione blinked.
"Just...give them to Harry."