The Veela were a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield - although Hermione hadn't doubted that when Fleur had summoned them for aid. Flurries of feathers and fire was everywhere that Hermione looked as she ran through the castle, hexing and cursing Death Eaters and Order members alike. The Veela hair wand in her hand was only slightly warm so she didn't bother looking around for Fleur - content in the knowledge that Fleur wouldn't die in the carnage.