Harry let himself be hugged, but he shook his head. This wasn't a nightmare. "It's him," Harry whispered. "It's like the last time. I tried using Occlumency to keep him out, but he was to quick, to strong. I'd push him out of one memory and he'd move on to the next and when he couldn't get me in my own.."
Harry pulled back, staring down at the sheets. "He showed me, everything. My father laying in the doorway, my mother finding him, holding onto me and then she-" Harry felt like he was losing his mind. For years it was just the scream of his mother. "I never cried. I didn't make a sound. It's like I knew something was happening and that I didn't have anyone to yell and scream to help me." He was a baby then. Foolish and young. It meant nothing.