Harry felt ashamed for watching. He was intruding on something incredibly private and intimate, but he couldn't drag his eye away. It felt indecent to be doing this, and he was sure Hermione would be very angry if she ever found out about it, but Harry couldn't stop himself. For young Hermione was now holding a different picture, one of them hugging, caught at an opportune moment just before Harry faced that twatting Horntail in the First task. The old scar on his shoulder from that battle ached sympathetically at the memory.