Of all the moods shifting inside of him -- anger, hope, confusion, fear -- fear is the sharpest, molded like a blade that stabs at Marvolo’s Legilimens shields: ’let me in, feel me, know me, let me cut into you too’. An edge of terror cuts sharpest and he struggles to think of what might calm Harry’s interior life down. All the time, the boy watches with a serious but calm expression that gives lie to his feelings, as if he isn’t half on the edge of panic. This isn’t that unusual, unfortunately. In any time of turmoil or conflict his interior emotions and his exterior words, face, body language tell different narratives where only one can be true.