But for all the things she couldn't see, Hermione still knew that Harry must be suffering, wherever he was in there. He looked pained, troubled. Hermione could tell that in the crinkle of his one remaining eyelid, the tight pinch of his brow. She didn't want to think of him as frightened, despite appearances. He had become such a blinding anchor of strength for her, in such a short space of time, that she was starting to think of him as borderline invincible. The idea of him having any sort of vulnerability was basically absurd in her new vision of him.