And then, Harry’s tears came as his guilt got the better of him. They broke scorchingly hot against Hermione’s cheek and Harry was uncontrollable in his grief. All Hermione could do was be there with him as he rode this out, beyond consolation, beyond external soothing. He would calm in his own way, however that was. All Hermione could do was hold him, reaffirm that he wasn’t there alone.