"You'll probably see her angry again," he mentioned with a roll of his eyes. It seemed like a bad choice of words a second later, when the boggart disappeared and then reappared again.
"Not real," Harry said quickly, needing to remind himself as much as Ron. His hand was hovering near his pocket. Even though he had no intention of actually drawing his wand it was still a comfort to know it was there.
"They're your fears, you already know them. They're not showing us anything new." As soon as he'd spoken, Hermione's body morphed into a tombstone bearing her name, one with Ron's own beside her. "Sorry mate, that's mine," Harry said quietly.