And these crystals were yet another part of it. Harry was innately tuned to them, Hermione was certain of that. They felt like him, or perhaps of him, would be a better way to describe it. Hermione was confident that, if she was given them randomly, she would be able to sense his signature within them. It was akin to his scent, or that ephemeral sense of his presence that Hermione found so intoxicating now. She just felt him, in everything he influenced.