"Here, give me your hand," Harry said, pulling out bandages from the kitchen cupboard. You'd all just gone on an adventure to some glass factory and you'd ended up with injured hands after one of the machines exploded.

He'd already put a huge bandage on his cheek under his fur, and the other guys were both hurt too.

Harry let out a frustrated huff and pulled you closer, narrowing his eyes. "Don't cry, it's fine. Just don't think about it."