Harry rubbed at his forehead, pushing his hair up out of the way of his scar, which he still tended to poke at whenever he was bothered by something.  Hermione frowned irritably.  Pansy did more than that.  "Is that bastard back?" she asked.  A thin layer of annoyance barely hid the honest fear under it.   "I read in a Witch Weekly article your scar hurts when he - "