The low murmur of too many people caused Harry's eyes to flicker about nervously, something hot and uncomfortable lurching in his stomach. Of the three of them, Harry wasn't quite sure who was holding on to who anymore. Hermione's hand —which had somehow fallen to his— squeezed gently in a silent sort of reassurance. Harry squeezed back. His magicks purred something content at the contact, and Harry's breath nearly caught at the feeling of —of Hermione's magick buzzing lowly with his. Mingling with James" and Regulus" and Sirius'. Not quite as strong, and not quite as potent. Something that would surely fade, unlike the magicks of his family. But Harry was surprised to find it there at all. 