The room went silent, the Toms were looking at him, Ring Tom was there too now, he was looking at Harry with an understanding sorrowful look. He didn’t even realize that he was unconsciously projecting the memories of his abuse. The time he was shoved into his cupboard so forcefully they broke his arm, and when he was forced to eat scraps. Many times his uncle used a belt to express his anger with Harrys tiny back being littered with scars and new wounds. They all watched the memories play as if they were a cruel film, as if it were a video meant for torture. 