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Hermione tossed spell after spell, all the while ignoring the blood that dripped from her nose. She’d taken a piece of stone shrapnel to the face when a spell had impacted the wall next to her with force, but in the end it didn’t matter.
Hogwarts was in chaos around her. The tension of the blood purity debate had surrounded her from the moment that she entered the wizarding world and had exploded in her final years with the return of Voldemort. She wasn’t just fighting for her life, but for her future, her beliefs.
She believed in freedom. She believed in Harry. She believed in her right to defend herself from the arseholes that hide behind shadows and smoke.
Her blood was inferior to no one, and if she had to spill a little to prove that, she would. Every single time.