Anger was now flaring up in his blood. He knew what part was coming next. Blinking several times, he let go of his hair and clenched his fists again. This time, he looked at his Mind Healer right in the eyes, a few feet away from him. "Hermione took the chance, she broke down my walls. Until then, just my mother had been able to do it. She blocked my mother from my mind and projected pictures into my head. I saw objects from the founders, Nagini, books, a Basilisk and the sword of Gryffindor. She thought she was gonna die. She thought she was gonna die in front of me in my home. I didn't understand what all of that meant. She saw in my head how desperate I was and how much I wanted to save her and what mother did to me. I was crying silent tears. She showed me other pictures. Times of us laughing together in the library or in the Room of Requirement in our fifth year. She showed me how she cared for Aria. She lay there..." he pointed some metres away on the ground, "she lay there, thinking she was about to die, and she tried to ease my pain. Bloody Gryffindors with their bloody bleeding hearts! She showed me the day she received my first letter, she showed me how she started to trust me and even to like me. She showed me how she tried to convince Potter I wasn't a Death Eater in our sixth year. She showed me how she cared about me and how worried she was. She showed me..." 