"I am Harry," He thought uncertainly.He struggled with the concept as he clawed his way back to the surface of consciousness. When he repeated it, the room and Hermione's tear-streaked face swimming before his eyes, it was with conviction.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried, hugging him closer than ever.
As Harry laid limply in Hermione's tight embrace, he felt weaker than he had ever felt before. All he wanted to do was just breathe in Hermione's comforting smell of books and flowers and close his eyes…
And just before he fell asleep, his eyes locked with Hermione's – he opened his mouth to say thank you, but all he managed was a shadow of a smile. He didn't have the strength to do anything else. But Hermione saw that flicker and understood.