The thought startled her. She had been awestruck by Harry's immediate recognition of the signature on the Horcrux made from poor Minerva McGonagall, and how he understood so swiftly that it wasn't one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. But now, sat here with Harry's crystals in her hand, Hermione felt that she might have that power, too. She was beyond modesty as she considered it. Did that mean she might be able to do all the ridiculously impressive things that Harry could do? Did she have it in her to be as powerful and masterful as he? Would that ... would it make her his equal? A partner worthy of him?