Here she was, Petrified in the Hogwarts Infirmary, crying in the girl’s bathroom, sitting depressed and friendless at lunch, as Harry and Ron moodily huffed at her and talked loudly about Harry’s confiscated Firebolt. Then she was dancing with Viktor Krum, and crying again as Ron cut her down. Then, the worst ... she was kissing Ron, as Harry looked on, aghast, from a point behind them. And the emotion of the room snapped in pained anguish, as if Harry’s broken heart was the very air itself.