The thought settled on Hermione with extraordinary warmth, and she decided to ignore the more rational explanation ... that the Ward was simply responding to the ring on her finger rather than anything specifically to do with her. She grinned like a loony as she made her way towards the Muggle port, practically skipping as the joyous nature of the implication crashed into her. The Ward Barrier had let her pass as a Potter ... as though she really was Harry’s wife!