Harry couldn’t speak. He couldn’t  breath.  The ringing in his ears was somehow peeking at the edge of his vision, until it felt like his brain was shaking inside his skull.  No. No, he had to be wrong.  It felt like his head and chest were in a vice, squeezing and squeezing until his lungs felt ready to burst, and his guts felt ready to crawl out of his belly.  No.  The doors in his mind that had been holding back his emotions semi-successfully for probably twenty four hours now, finally began to truly fail.