"I'm a mudblood!"
"Don't call yourself--" Ron muttered.
"Why shouldn't I?" said Hermione. "Mudblood, and proud of it! I've got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys'!"
As she spoke, she pulled aside the neck of the dressing gown to reveal the thin cut Bellatrix had made, scarlet against her throat.
(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, p. 489)
A mix for Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age. For the girl who brewed Polyjuice Potion in her second year, the girl who got a hundred and twelve percent on a charm exam, a girl who kept her friends out of danger and was fiercely loyal to those she loved. For Hermione Granger, without whom nothing would have been the same.

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