I'll admit it. Sometimes I can be laughably stupid. For all the intelligence and smarts I may possess, sometimes I can miss the obvious when it's staring me right in the face. I've always wondered why Harry, my Harry is always so morose when it comes time to head back home for the summer. Sure I get that missing the magical castle full of moving paintings and simmering potions and not wanting to go back to the dull every day that comes with the typical non-magical neighbourhood, but to be so adverse to going home? It was inconceivable to me. Looking back on third year I wish I could hit myself in the head with a heavy blunt instrument because the signs of abuse in Harry are so obvious that they may have just been dropped on my head with all the weight of a piano.