Harry ground his jaw and held onto his wand tightly. It was vibrating inside his robe as Harry’s searing magic roiled below his skin. He had to contain it, to stop it bursting free and destroying Fleur right there. Hermione seemed to sense his struggle and reached over to caress his forearm. Harry stilled at her touch, mastering his rage to a mere dull ache behind his temples. He just hoped it would hold there for now.