"Anyway, when I eventually dragged myself up, she was too busy giggling and trying to play with Harry's face to notice me. You see, in his haste to get to her, he'd forgotten to cast the cosmetic spells or put on a shawl. But Alison didn't care. She didn't see him as the monster he'd convinced himself he was. His face was just funny to her, and she laughed hysterically at him, like he was a beautifully ugly gargoyle. And Harry laughed back. I'd never heard him laugh before that. Not once ... not ever.