His eyes flicked back to Hermione—she was fixated on Malfoy, her face morphed with rage. Her eyes were red, bright red now—a thrill of terror ran through Neville. Somehow she appeared sharper all over. Stronger. More creature-like. Like she was moments away from bursting through her own skin. The weak Hermione from less than a half-hour ago—had that been a vision? A trick? Here was the exact opposite.