"I feel better," he promised, and let go, wondering if he'd squeezed too hard. She looked so fragile still. He hated it. "Well, the scars still hurt a little, but the Healer says that's normal. It will stop eventually."
He wasn't sure what to expect really, from the scars. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Uncle Bill yet, and he thought that the effects were probably situational and unique to individuals. There was no way of knowing what to expect until, well, he experienced it for himself.
"Yeah, I'll go back next week with everyone else. I'll even be okay to play Quidditch again by then. I just have to take it easy this week." He made a face, because taking it easy was not an easy thing to do.