Harry sighed sadly in response, but it was almost a begging whimper. He didn't want to do this, that was obvious. He would rather have heard the murderous cackle of Voldemort in his ear than to face Hermione's disgusted gasps as she saw his ruined flesh. Her opinion meant that much to him that it broke his very voice to think he was letting her down in any way ... even this. Hermione felt her heart shatter at the sound and she swore at herself for causing it. She had thought she was wounded, but she knew instantly that Harry's suffering was the equal of her own, worse even. It made her almost frantic to do what she could to soothe him. To soothe them both.