The idea of needing to hide who she was from anyone boggled Hermione's mind. She couldn't imagine living in a world where that sort of thing was the norm, and she'd lived in a world where she'd been on the run for nearly a full year. That had been her world at its worse; living that sort of life when things were at their best was just unfathomable.

Though Hermione was a little perplexed at how blithely she spoke about a warlord "taking over the realm," but she wasn't about to make light of it. "But there are people working to stop this Red Dragon, aren't there?"