"But if you'd had it Severus, he would have made me get it."
"Well, no," Q admits. "No one else was there. Except Harry. Poor little kid. I feel so guilty about what I did to him." He looks at the hand on his wrist as Severus speaks, noting the elegant fingers. He lets out an explosive breath. "Does it," Q begins timidly, "is it very painful? My head hurt for weeks after I came round." He rubs the back of his head again. It become an unconscious habit. "I had a concussion too. They thought I'd been hit by a car." He grins wryly. "The doctors couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation. I didn't think it would be wise to talk about what had really happened."