As much as Hermione tries not to, she can't help wondering just how it is that, without the benefit of widespread in-depth medical and anatomical knowledge, the person who took these notes seemed to know where all the major organs were. If she were more naive, she would have assumed that the circles simply pointed out places where the victims had experienced pain or visible physical abnormalities, but not only is that not cheerier, but she's not nearly that naive.

"They're forcing red lyrium on people," she murmurs, remembering all those creatures who seemed to have the bright red rock growing right out of them. "Planting it in them and watching it grow, like some sort of weed."

Even the Death Eaters hadn't done anything so awful. If one didn't willingly follow along with their ideals, they were merely tortured and/or killed. That seems like a kindness, now.