The Great Hall Harry noticed —when his breathing had evened out enough to allow him to— was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting —the reasons for Harry's lurching stomach; he felt as though he might be sick. He didn't have a free hand to press to his mouth. His hand in Hermione's tightened nearly painfully. He pretended he didn't feel her squeeze back just as tight. 