And then, one more flash nearby ... and Harry felt Hermione's soft, gorgeous energy reach out and infuse his own, passing a warm, renewing force into his broken body. She cast a protective wall of magic around them that nothing could ever penetrate. It was just that powerful and even Harry, in his bruised state, was in awe of it. Where had that magic come from? How would he even describe it? He would have to ask her later. If there was a later. He was so tired ... maybe just a little nap ...