Harry takes a deep breath. With some effort, he makes his own eyes well up. In only a few moments, he’s crying like a baby, hands shaking and breaths choked and wet. He jumps out of his chair and runs of the door, letting a panicked shriek leave him as he bursts into the hallway. There, he slumps to his hands and knees, sobbing. The students milling about all stop to stare; teachers run like mad.