"And I'm giving you more." He stomped over to where she was on the couch and sat next to her, trying for a more gentle approach. It didn't work on Hermione, she had always been able to spot his telltale signs of anger; pulsing vein over the left temple, lips gently pressed together, and his pupils would shrink just a smidgen. "Hermione, you're one of my best Aurors. I made you my lead muggle Auror for a reason, but these cases have been stressing you out." Harry looked to the side in an almost guilty manner and Hermione tensed up, thinking that he was going to demote her. Her heart rate picked up as she thought about the families of the ten missing cruise ship passengers from three months ago, along with the vow she made to find out what happened to them. "Remember when those two buildings in New York were hit by that plane last September?"