Breakfast was in full swing when Harry entered the great hall a week later. There was palpable tension in the air, but he was too tired to care before his first cup of tea. Slipping into his seat next to his friends, Harry started to fill his plate when he noticed Neville toppling his goblet, two seats down. Hermione gasping beside him, drew his attention. Without a word, his friends shoved over the Daily Prophet. At the exact moment, a head-splitting headache made him nearly vomit. Curling into himself, he felt Ron and Hermione accessing his mind, strengthening his shields against Tom's overwhelming anger.