Hermione's POV

I woke up surprisingly comfortable as I recalled the memories McGonagall provided us. We ended up staying up until two-thirty in the morning talking about Mackenzie's life and her encounter with Voldemort himself. But that wasn't my main concern when I woke up to some giggles the first years gave us.
As I woke up, I was covered in a really comfortable blanket and a comfortable pillow was under my head. What threw me off was the blood on the pillows.
"Morning 'Mione," Ron said opening his eyes slowly. He too was covered in a blanket and had a bloody pillow under his arm.
I stood up and folded the red blanket. "Guys," I said shaking Ginny and Harry awake from their deep slumber. Ginny successfully woke up in confusion because we were sleeping on the floor.
Harry, on the other hand, refused to wake up muttering. "Five more minutes, Professor."
I laughed inwardly avoiding to spoil my plan on how to wake him up. Slowly, I leaned in to his ear and half shouted. "HARRY! You're sleeping on someone's blood!" This shook him awake and alert. His eyes lowered to the pillow underneath him. "Nice prank Hermione."
He noticed I wasn't lying through my serious face. Then he bolted to the showers to immediately shower and get dressed. Ginny shook her head in disappointment because her boyfriend left a mess of blankets on the floor. Ron was kind enough to fold his and Harry's blanket. We all decided to investigate the mystery blankets and pillows later since the Gryffindor Common Room was getting packed.
"We should probably wash the blankets and pillows," Ginny suggested as we made our way up the stairs with the blankets and pillows in our hands. I opened the door and saw girls moving around quickly preparing for breakfast. Everyone was excited about the fact that it was Friday today, considering the lessons were less pressuring on this specific day.
Mackenzie was kneeling before her trunk that was opened. I caught a glimpse of what was inside. I saw pictures that caught my eyes. One was a picture of Mackenzie laughing and smiling annoyed at two boys with curly brown hair pulling her trying to put an oversized orange t-shirt over her. One of them holding her down while the other was trying to put the t-shirt over her black shirt.
Another picture was a picture of Professor Blue with a woman, whom I'm assuming is Mackenzie's mother, they were smiling.
Another was a picture of Mackenzie standing before a blonde seventeen year old who was wrapping her hands like she was a little child. Tears were in Mackenzie's eyes. I could tell it wasn't because of the wound. It was because she was probably spending time with the blonde teenager who looked like she has her own scars.
Lastly, there was a long picture of teenagers all bloodied and bruised but they were smiling like they won something. Mackenzie picked it up and brushed her hand over it. "I wish I was there," she said as a tear rolled down her "But, I'm sorry I've had to deal with my own enemy here in London. And of course-" she sniffled a laugh. "-my father wouldn't allow me to go there until I reached the age the Lady will collect me." She bit her lip trying not to remember awful memories.
Her hand went up and wiped the lone tear that reached her chin. She put down the picture and her face was once again holding a cold demeanor. I noticed her eyes had bags under them, like she hasn't slept at all. Could she be the one who had placed the blankets and pillows for us?
Her cold demeanor was saying she couldn't have cared for us. But the tear from her eyes, that means she could've cared. But she only did that to the picture.
Mackenzie closed her trunk and slid it under her bed. Then I looked away as she looked in my direction. Her robes swaying to the winds that seemed to enter the room.
I heard Mackenzie mutter. "Drama Queen." Then she grabbed a book and headed down the room passing through the cold glares the girls in this dormitory gave her. Much to her inconvenience, our dormitory was also known to be the girl's private common room. So, most of the girls were here. Her bed was sadly the longest distance to the door.
A lot of them muttered bad and hurtful things as she passed them.
As soon as her robes weren't in sight, everything went back to normal. Girls gossiped. An first year even approached me and asked. "Is it true?" I couldn't figure out what she meant then I realized she was asking if Mackenzie killed her father.
My first thought, guilt. Guilt that we spread this truth to all of Hogwarts, until we realized the real reason behind them. There was absolutely no way we can turn everyone to forgiving her.
My second thought, I need to at least give these girls something less rude to think about.
With out hesitation, I stood on top of my trunk...I do have prefect respect. "I would like all first years to go down to the common room. Second years and above, please stay." I watched as the first years exited the room gossiping to each other.
Ginny realized what I was doing and helped me. She started the introductory speech. "All of you have gone through the battle at Hogwarts in the past year. We all know it is hard." She looked at me expectantly.
"Ginny is right," I said picking up after her. "We lost some friends and one of our closest professors. But that can't just be the reason you can be mad about."
A girl, Hanna Kinston sixth year Gryffindor, spoke out loud in a loud voice. "SHE KILLED OUR PROFESSOR!"
I looked at Ginny for an answer without having to tell them what McGonagall showed us. "Have you not taken to consideration that she cares for him too? She may have killed him but Professor McGonagall trusts her and you should too. Maybe there is a reason behind why she killed him. Right now, all we can do is make her feel at home-"
Another seventh year shouted. "MAKE HER FEEL AT HOME?! SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE A DEATH EATER."
I flinched at this. She may be saying the truth. "But we have our orders to make her feel like we are her family." Ginny came to my rescue. "She was sorted into Gryffindor. Not Slytherin. She lost her family to the Dark Lord. We SHOULD help her cope up with her loss. It is not our job to dwell on what she has done. The time will come when the answers are ready to be answered."
I took over. "This may not be able to change your view on her, but I expect you to at least try. Spreading that news was a dreadful thing for me. She has suffered but she doesn't want to hurt us. Can't you all at least try to be as normal as you can?" I ended my speech here and prepared for breakfast.