Hermione wished she could see things that way - stands of hope that tired them together, dreams that they could hold on to. She held on to Ron, to Harry. To knowing that they had to do this, because if they didn't then who would? And to knowing that Harry was caught in this against his will, without his say so, and so if he had to fight, they'd fight with him. Otherwise, Ron was right, and they were just as useless as the people who chose to believe the Daily Prophet and bury their heads in the sand. Those were the things she held on to - hopes and dreams just weren't practical enough when that was what you had.
She pursed her lips, looking back at the pages. She didn't know how to answer Susan - didn't want to tell her that those dreamy wishful thoughts weren't going to help. Instead she said, "It's not only about looking for unforgiveable cases, no." and then, a moment later she added, "Professor Moody. And... And Hagrid, and Professor Burbage. They didn't retire.."