"You already have ... in more ways than I could ever tell you," Harry whispered as he turned to her. The rise in the gentleness of the magic around them caused Hermione's knees to wobble. "You are the guardian of my soul, nothing bad can happen to it in your hands. That's why I know I'm on safe ground here. In any case, do you really think I'm going to let Percy walk out of this palace alive? He was dead the moment he crossed the wards, the moment he cast his first spell at them. It's a fact upon which only the time alone is undecided. So we might as well use him for everything we can."