"He's scared," Theo was the one that realised. "He's been scared all evening," he was talking to Malfoy, not anyone else. "Harry, what's in there that you're so scared of?" And Harry looked at him, and the rain had started falling and he didn't know if the water streaming down his face was rain or tears, but his throat locked around the words and he couldn't say anything. Because saying it aloud would be admitting it. Giving it life. Saying it out loud would turn theory to reality and Harry was not ready for reality. 