was what drew people to follow them all, this nearly effortless pull and tug upon her soul. And feeling it now? After so much time spent being starved for comfort or affection, it was dangerous. Deadly, even. It could drown her if it wanted. Back in school, she had never felt this much power. Back then the pull had never once been this strong or willing to coddle her deep within its grasp. Harry had been inexperienced in his use of magic, unable or unwilling to draw upon it unless prompted to do so by accident, and Dumbledore had been too circumspect in his application of it.