...ack and forth, tears pouring out of his eyes.
The room was shocked, except for Tonks, who continued to cradle Harry against her chest, still crying freely and hugging him. The Weasley brothers looked like they wanted to hit Harry regardless of the fact that he was injured. With some distaste, Fleur saw that Bill was amongst those who were glaring at Harry. Ginny was crying, hugging her mother, and nursing a split lip. Hermione stood with them, disheveled, looking torn between shouting at Harry and wondering why it happened.
A dozen voices began clamoring, all demanding to know why he did that.
A dozen people jumped in shock as the answer came…not from Harry, but from the person that he had brought with him. A pained, broken voice slowly said “H-He…doesn’t…want…to be…touched…by males.”
Fleur nearly burst out laughing at the scandalized expression on Molly and Ginny’s faces.
Again the voices rang out, screaming that Ginny was obviously a girl, something that Fleur would have wittily disagreed with, were she inclined to speak at the moment. They demanded to know why Harry didn’t want to be touched by males, screaming about how they would be unable to carry him up the stairs. Fleur nearly snorted…the idiots were so quick to dismiss magic.
A wheezing laugh emerged from the slumped person as she said “H-He must…think&h...