He told her he wasn’t supposed to talk about it, but she swore she would only tell someone if his life was in danger because of his situation. It still took a bit of convincing the raven-haired boy, but eventually he began talking. His voice was slow and unsure, quiet. Listening to him, the Raven in Lion’s skin felt her heart break. She was so used to Harry being confident and strong, and here he was, timid as a dormouse.