She knew that Harri had heard her, knew it by the telltale grasp of their mutated magic. The heat that settled into her core was molten gold, liquid and heavy.  They had been inseparable since their tumble through time during third year, and Hermine had ample moments during the years to get used to Harri in all their various forms. They added years back then, and each after had been another blessing. Harri as  Harry,  first  He,  now a nebulous  They.  The merger of twin soul-shards, each a third and yet  Harry  had been the lesser. Now Harri, now older, now strong enough to confront the world.