Ella shook her head, too sleep fogged to realise she shouldn't say anything, that this was secret and that Harry and everyone else would stop liking her if she told.
'I got mummy sick,' she sobbed. 'It's my fault mummy isn't waking up and I wanted a baby brother, and it was a sister so it died because of me.' The word tumbled out of her mouth as she hardly stopped to draw breath. Only the sobs broke her speech as she clung harder to Harry, though really she knew she was bad. She didn't deserve to be cuddled.