His power was unmatched. It was feral, wild ... yet at the same time completely under his command. This was a domain in which he dominated. Nothing could beat him here, and poor Tom Riddle was feeble opposition. Hermione felt that excitement stir again, the one she'd been hit with on that first night, when Lily the phoenix had rescued her from Malfoy. Harry in this mode was so powerful it was intoxicating. Neville hadn't hoped Harry would beat Riddle ... he knew he would, without question. He'd seen this side of Harry before, he knew of his ferocity.