That thought sliced to Hermione's heart. The very idea of Harry in pain might as well have been a disease all of its own. It made her sensible to his plight. She looked at him closely. Not in pity, she knew he wouldn't like that, but in deep concern. The more she looked, the less she saw the deep groove cutting his face in half. The Harry that she knew was still under that giant face-valley somewhere ... and Hermione was determined to find him.