Hermione gripped his shoulders and told him that he didn’t have to talk anymore, that she didn’t need to hear anymore and he opened his eyes with so much sorrow, but so thankful, but Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with a sob, and Harry turned covering his face, he was ugly, ruined, disfigured. He never let his glamours down, but he thought Hermione would still like him without them. A hand pulled his hands away and turned him to look at her and she examined the eye that hid behind the grease burned scars. It was miky, the usually emerald green irus was filmed over nearly grey in color and unseeing.