What a strange day. First Ron, then Harry. All she was missing was Hermione to complete the set. She stared at him from her place on the stone, wiping at her eyes but not at the blood that was trickling from her forehead and along the curve of her face. Her chin was trembling and she was watching him with wary eyes.
The thought had struck her - what if this wasn't actually Harry? He could have been one of those escaped Death Eaters in disguise. She wasn't sure how they would manage it but that was beside the point. Trying not to betray her sudden fear, she took her want from him... And then immediately raised it in an obvious threat - not that she could actually manage anything. Maybe she'd get lucky.
It was really hard to manage but using the shape of her lips and harsh breaths through her teeth, she managed something that sounded vaguely like "Prove you're Potter." It was too late at night to take chances. It was too strange that he'd just be here. And after last year, she wasn't taking any chances. The paranoia ran deep in her.