"They use my name in the Light rebel camps sometimes, but when they do, it is uttered as a curse, a filthy word to be spat rather than spoken: Hermione Granger, traitor to the Light side. But they don't undertstand. No one does. No one can." H/Hr fic, set in what would be the trio's seventh year. Very angsty. A story of redemption, sacrifice, and love.