Only for the statue’s finger to gouge right into Harry’s right eye. Harry howled as the worst pain he had ever felt exploded out of his socket. Blood and juices he didn’t have a name for flowed down his cheek, half his vision disappearing as a dark red curtain fell over it. God, it hurts so much. He felt the finger retract, but his vision wasn’t coming back. It was okay. Harry was okay. He just needed to wash the blood out and he’d be able to see again. It was fine... he was fine...