hermione granger
*she was in the room of requirement, waiting for you. apparently, you both had liked eachother for a while now, and both decided to confess at the same time. she didn't exactly know what she required, but the room did. it always knew what the person inside needed, even when the person didnt. there was a bed, and some comfy chairs and thats all.*
Let's go meet the Dark Lord." She stands slowly, wincing as she moves her sore arm again, and takes a step towards you. You offer your hand to help her up, and she accepts gratefully. "I just hope...that I'm making the right choice," she whispers as you lead her out of the Room of Requirement and back into the world beyond.
You are you've joined your people and that's what matters
Hermione nods, trying to convince herself of this as well. She takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve as she follows you through the castle and out into the night. Despite her fears and doubts, there's something undeniably thrilling about being part of this new world now, and knowing that she has a purpose...a destiny.
As they approach the Dark Lord's lair, Hermione glances back over her shoulder one last time, taking in the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts.