He withdrew himself further from the boy, still very confused and unsure, two emotions he truly detests feeling. Then the boy spoke, a strangled sound as if his voice was raw from screaming and Tom flinched as if he had been struck. "T-om", memories began to flood him and he shouted in pain as he clutched his head between his hands. His skull felt as if it were being split into two, it felt like it was never going to end, he could vaguely hear someone yelling his name. Harry.