At every break between classes, he was stuffing something in Harry’s hands and telling him to eat. After Charms it was a blueberry muffin. After Transfiguration, a bag of nuts. At lunch, instead of trying to give him anything from the table, he made Harry eat some sort of cereal bar. Harry had no clue where it came from —but there were chocolate chips and peanut butter and Harry could nearly cry from how full his stomach was and how much more energy he seemed to have. The awful throbbing that’d been buzzing between his eyes had finally soothed into something manageable. 