Hermione was giddy on power now, emboldened by the heady protection of the Potters, that was encasing her like an impenetrable field of armour. She felt it throb and pulse all through her like an electric charge. She felt supreme, devastating ... invincible, even. She would have backed herself in duel against Tom Riddle himself in this state. And she could feel Harry amongst it all, too ... his protective aura was swirling all around her. She closed her eyes at his signature, wishing it was his touch, but feeling utterly safe under his care.