Harry closed his eyes for a moment, surrounding the small hill with a battle-ready shield charm, meant to last, if not block the strongest spells. The other wizards and witches on the hill were picking off Inferi with some success and Harry was content to let them take the brunt of the battle for a few minutes.
"I know, love," he said, cupping Hermione's cheek. "He's a good guy that way." He let his eyes flicker up to Faelan's, grateful to the core that the man had been there for Hermione. Harry only wished he had better news for Faelan. "No sign of Padma, yet. We'll find her, though. As soon as we get Hermione away from here."