            He blinked, then glanced at the wall. "Right. Sorry." He flipped the switch without breaking eye contact, and warm light from the overhead fixture spilled into the stairwell. "Finite," Harry whispered, and the glowing tip of his wand died out. It remained aimed at her, even as Hermione lowered her arms to her sides. "Hermione," he said again, more strongly. "You...you’re here. I was so sure she was wrong."