Crooshanks had died a year ago, about the same time as her parents had confessed their secret to her.  She had gotten a new cat since then, one who loved to attack her for no reason.  It left long gashes along her arm that looked like Hermione had cut herself.  It didn’t matter to her.  She was addicted to the scratching.  She might as well be cutting herself.  She liked to look at the scars her cat left.

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