The marks on his body soon got noticed and that's when I realised that something was fishy about the whole situation. So I started observing him.
The observation made me go through his insomniac state.
Peeking through his door whole night I always founded him shifting on his bed. The hysterical sobs beneath the duvet, would start making louder sounds as the night continued to wait for the sun. But the never ending sobs proceeded with deep hysteria. Finally the shifting would stop making the dyspeic condition stop in process, and then the just like how sun rises with a bright day after a dark night. My Booboo would remove the blanket off his form with a huge bright smile on his face. And I would control my tears by biting my lips, to come out from the corner of my almond shaped eyes.
The nights went with me standing outside his door and Harry crying his eyes out during those nights.
