"Not a lot of people notice that," I comment, Harry has never asked about it or even looked at it. "To answer you, I don’t know but it doesn’t feel like lightning to me, more like swirls that dance around me. I can keep it in me, but when my emotions get out of control it feels like I am overflowing and it needs to find a way out. When the pain becomes unbearable it explodes out of me. When I got angry at Ron it grabbed onto the ceiling and made it rain. In the fight it helped me to protect myself. I didn’t have to think twice about it, it just did." 