Harry rubbed at his eyes, a hand drifting up to gently brush over his scar, just checking to see if the ache that seemed all over his head was at all there.
It wasn't.
It didn't make him feel better, though, as he walked from the owlery, having sent back replies to a handful of people. And now there was a long letter to read from Lupin and all of the eyes in the world seemed to be trained on him today.
Harry noticed Dumbledore's tomb across the lake and stared at it. It held him in suspension, and he almost felt relaxed. Maybe - a little sit here will help. He began to walk towards the water's edge, noticing Orla a moment too late to edge away. "Oh, sorry," Harry said quickly. "I'm sorry to interrupt."
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