But it wasn’t much, so Harry wasted no time. He moved close and wrapped Angharad in a cocoon of Potter energy. Hermione felt the intrusion like a stab wound, initially pulling back with an involuntarily jerk. But Harry was immensely proud of how she mastered herself a moment later, grabbing on tightly as Harry, himself, made to pull his own sore energies away. This felt wrong, so wrong, on every level imaginable. Harry whimpered against it, but Hermione held him firmly in place, galvanising him to keep going.