My arm ached with red and I considered my father beneath my frost. His words passed through my lips and I wondered for the first time where I had gone. It was my mouth that shouted and my arm that ached and his hands that pulled the strings.

Harry didn't think that Malfoy was hurting the people he took, but Hermione… even if she wasn't being hurt, she didn't need to be missing her life right now. She had a family. One sided HPDM, torture, and strong language. M for a reason.