He didn’t get far, only managing a few paces down from the hospital wing door before he was collapsing against the wall, silent sobs working their way out of him. That was how Molly Weasley found him, on his knees, his forehead and hand pressed against the stone wall, while he tried to smother the broken noises that were escaping him with the other. He felt her hand on his back, but she didn’t try to pull him back or stop his tears, she merely stood with him, a comforting presence ready to help put the shattered pieces of him back together when he was finished falling apart.