People were staring at him, he could hear the whispers, he knew they were most likely due to the fact he had an owl with him but that didn't matter. The rational part of Harry's brain wasn't working, he could only picture them talking about how strange he was, how alone he seemed, how pathetic it was that he was just standing there. Trying as hard as he could he couldn't stop those thoughts from taking over, pushing down any attempts to calm himself, the shaking was getting worse and HArry was afraid, he was useless, he was weak, he was forever doomed to be trapped by the Dursleys. No escape, no escape from the hell he had hoped today would mark the end off. Harry Potter was nothing.