But with Harry's fixation came one of her own. The more Harry became certain he was doing something nefarious, the more Hermione became certain he wasn't. She couldn't explain his demeanour, though, or his complexion. Increasingly pale, increasingly thin. Increasingly snappy, even though he'd always been. He seemed under a new sort of stress, and although that led credence to Harry's theory, Hermione couldn't bring herself to believe it.