"And then..." She swallows hard, working up the courage to go on while still taking a step closer to the door. One hand quite unsubtly reaches for the door knob and Marvolo barely stops himself from pursing his lips. She has the right to be afraid; he’d been too harsh with her. I need to keep tight control of my temper here at home. It does none of us any good if they’re both wary of me. "Then there’s the Occlumency lessons, which Dumbledore insisted on last year after Harry woke up screaming from... well, it was something you did, at any rate, on Halloween. Harry doesn’t like to talk about it so he never said exactly what he saw to anyone but Dumbledore.