The children in his grade always laughed at him when it happened, calling him a "nerd’ or a "bookish freak’ under their breath. Mr. Davis never denied it, though luckily the other teachers often glared at the perpetrators, and on more than one occasion they gave them detention or a scolding. Remnants from the prior abuse he took from his relatives always made him flinch, and it just made the students jeer harder. He could feel the protective growling of the light. It wasn’t very small anymore, however. That night, he was in his room, flipping through an astronomy textbook recreationally when it happened. If the emotions he had experienced before were waves, the ones he was experiencing now were tsunamis. They crashed into his very soul, making small lights flash in his now limited vision. Excited glee overtook the previous content relaxation with a landslide, making Harry breathe heavily and his pupils dilate. He went to the "light" and made his way towards the source of the emotions. Harry’s breath hitched in surprise when he had to cover his eyes due to the overwhelming brightness. Eyes now squinted, he treaded carefully towards it, turning his head at an angle. From the limited vision, he can see that the light was swallowing the darkness, overtaking it. It stopped halfway through.