But Hermione couldn't reply, only throw up a hand to catch her gasp, as boiling tears spilled from her own eyes without warning. She sobbed hard, and felt the jarring astonishment that the tears weren't for herself for once. Poor Harry - so hurt and wounded! Hermione couldn't even begin to picture it, to imagine the damage Enola had described. She didn't want it to be real, for Harry to be suffering so. But his physical wounds were nothing, if it could be believed, to his emotional ones. He was hurting not just from the scar, but from the very fear of being seen, keeping himself covered and hidden behind scarves and shawls, terrified of being rejected by the people who loved him most.