But the cold wind and her racing heart were too real, and the sobs that wracked her entire body almost hurt with their intensity. If she were human she would have been wailing aloud—the grief and relief and anger that still warred inside her would not abate themselves. Beneath them was victory, too—but she would have time to deal with it all later. Since she was transformed, and a bird could not wail in the way a human could, Hermione was not able to suppress the haunting, mournful notes that she emitted—they poured out of her relentlessly.