"Alright, let’s go to the dorms," Tom said, standing up and bodily dragging Harry onto his feet. Harry stumbled after him, mind whirling. He didn’t care where they went. Everywhere was hell. Whether he was in the dorms or the Great Hall it didn’t matter – he was still faced with the possibility that Beatrice was gravely, potentially deathly, ill. His mind was screaming. He couldn’t feel his body.