Pansy started to pull away as Harry's arms began to flail, but one caught her right across the cheekbone. 'Owwww!' she complained, the blow hard enough to make her eyes water. Rubbing her face, she frowned. The look in his eyes worried her.
'Harry?' she said, not even remembering he'd just walloped her in the face. She reached out to gently brush Harry's hair back off his forehead. 'Harry, it's okay,' she told him softly. 'I'm not Aunt Petunia, and I'm not mad,' she said. The fear in his eyes and voice were worrying her more than even his strange illness.