But Hermione was wary of getting too close, herself. Harry was out of his mind ... so wild that Hermione wasn't sure he would still even to her, would be cogent enough to recognise that she wasn't something to be destroyed, to be ripped or torn asunder under the blades of his powerful paws. He changed from wizard to lion and back again, then partially altered in rapid, random transformations, so that at times he merely had a shaggy golden mane and long, sharp incisors poking out from under the remains of his shawl, which his claws had shredded to ragged strips of useless cloth flapping around his head.