Fans of Alternity

I'll take the easy one first: Hermione. No, I never suspected. Well, I might have said I thought she was too clever for her own good, but -- yeah. Here's the thing, it wasn't exactly a safe thing to speculate about, so I tried not to. There were a lot of roads I knew I was better off not going down, so I just didn't.

Resentment. That's a much harder question.

I resent that I wasted so many years giving my loyalty to people who despised me, who saw me as a tool to be used and disposed of.

So much of who I was at seventeen came out of who my friends were when I was twelve or thirteen. My friends, the people who I could count on and trust more than any others, were Padma Patil and Stephen Rosier. They treated me like I was worth something, like my ideas counted, like who I was mattered.

But they were part of a system that considered me a second-class citizen at best.

I can't honestly blame the revolutionaries for not trusting me at all, at the point when there was something to trust me with. I'd made my choices. Or had choices made for me.

When I think back it's not them I resent. Most of the time.