Dudley hesitated, before saying gruffly, "What happened to your neck?" Harry twitched as he suppressed the impulse to lift his fingers to his throat. Vernon and Petunia had been horrified by the sight of the scar, recoiling and hissing at him to hide it from the neighbours. He wasn’t sure how he was meant to achieve that - it started so high up that he doubted even a turtle neck would hide it, and he certainly wasn’t wearing a scarf in this heat. It’s appearance had barely improved over the last month, still raised and red and angry. The heat was doing him no favours either; the constant thin layer of sweat on his skin was only making it sore and itchy.