Now that she knew he was going to be alright, she felt momentarily exhausted. 'I brought pajamas,' she told Poppy with a sniff. 'In case he....needed them...' she explained, ending with a sound that might have been a cross between a hiccup and a sob.
She wasn't going to cry. Harry had been through enough. He hated tears, she told herself.
Her eyes seemed to have other ideas, unfortunately, but Pansy brushed at them with her arm, not wanting to let go of Harry's hand for even a second.