"Hey, come here ... come here!" Hermione urged in a tender whisper, her concerned tone gossamer-soft and lyrical, genuinely, heartbreakingly surprised at how badly Harry was being affected by this. She drew him as tightly to her as she could, cradled his head against her neck and shoulder, and began threading her fingers rhythmically through his hair, soothing him as best she could. She gave him time to let his dark moment pass, hugging him close, whispering soft words of reassurance into his ear. Harry relaxed into her embrace, his body sagging against her arms, and, for a minute, he seemed content to just let Hermione hold him and soothe him.