Oh God, oh God, Hermione felt like all of the air had been sucked out of her lungs, like she'd just been suckerpunched right in the gut. She collapsed back into Ron, only finding any balance or strength to stand because his arms were around her holding her up. Her logic wasn't allowed to fail, it was all she had to cling to. "But, no, it doesn't make any sense, Harry, he-" she stopped, knowing, somehow, that Harry was right. She'd gotten rid of all the evidence that she had ever existed alongside her parents.
Hermione was on the verge of a complete and utter meltdown, but she couldn't let herself give in. All of her work had been for naught. She'd made her parents forget about her forever and for what? So that they could be captured and tortured by Voldemort and not even know why? She couldn't let herself think about it, though, not while she was still here with Harry and Ron. She couldn't let them see her breakdown. "You can't, Harry!" But she didn't have any more reasons why he shouldn't because, if she really thought about it, she wanted to charge right at him, too.
She was shaking now, but trying with everything she had to hold it together.