But her worry was for him. She knew, deep down, that Harry wouldn't hurt her. She could still sense that from him, as if he knew that she was following his trail, permitting her to keep an eye on him, to protect the others from his searing rage. How she might manage to do that was something she couldn't fathom. The darkly-charged magical current spewing from Harry was so raw and intense that Hermione had no idea how she was supposed to contain it.