Frank flicked the box on. A three-dimensional image rose from the top of the box, as if from a Pensieve. There was a podium, a large crowd, and a familiar face standing as if about to orate a great speech. Hermione saw who it was ... and flew into Harry's arms on terrified reflex. She was actually coiled in his lap, shivering with fear, whimpering pitifully into Harry's shoulder. He quickly slipped his arms around her and held her as tightly as he could, threading his fingers through her hair and trying his best to offset Hermione's terror. He relaxed his mind and opened up his magic to her.