Later that night at dinner, Harry took his first dose of Nutrient Potion.

Amy, Susan, and Hannah were pleased that Harry had remembered his potion on his own and didn't need reminding.

The Yellow Quartet enjoyed a delicious dinner of spicy chicken sandwiches with lettuce and pickles, onion rings, and Michelob. While they were eating, Harry spoke up.

"I- I think I may need some help with my cream tonight, " said Harry nervously, "Some of the scars, especially some of the scars on my back, will be hard for me to reach."

"Hey, Harry, I would like to volunteer to put your cream on for you. I'll do the whole job for you and you won't have to worry about it, " offered Amy.

Harry was reminded of the moment that Amy had helped him with his trunk when he had first met her.

"Thank you, Amy, " said Harry, sounding sincere but looking uncomfortable.

"Are you okay, Harry?" chorused Amy, Susan, and Hannah when they noticed how uncomfortable Harry looked.

"I'm in a catch twenty two, " admitted Harry, "I'm not at all comfortable with other people physically touching me, but there's no way I could put my cream on all of the needed spots without the help."

Comprehension dawned on the faces of Amy, Susan, and Hannah.

"Any kind of physical touching and you'll be half expecting the whack of your aunt's frying pack or the smack of your uncle's belt, "said Amy darkly.

"Yes, " said Harry fretfully, "I feel anything on me physically and I'll just naturally expect something like that."

"It may take a while for you to overcome that, " warned Susan, "I've heard of cases of abused children where sometimes the mental damage is worse than the physical damage."

"We won't be judgmental of you over those feelings, Harry, " promised Hannah, "It's not your fault you grew up in an abusive household."

"It's Uncle Vernon's fault, " said Harry clearly, "I just can't truly trust anyone with situations that require physical touching."

"We understand, Harry, "said Amy gently, "And we sympathize with your plight. It does suck that you are in this catch twenty two, but I hope as the days go by you can learn to trust me more and be more comfortable with me."

"I want to be fair to you, "Harry told Amy, "But I associate physical touching with abuse so it's going to be hard."

"I'll be as patient with you as you need me to be, "promised Amy reassuringly.

"On another note, "said Harry seriously, "I couldn't help but notice today that more than a few students, students of both genders, various ages, and all four houses, seemed to be eyeing the third floor corridor as they passed it."

"You know, " said Susan thoughtfully, "Announcing that there was a dangerous corridor in the school was almost like an invitation to check it out. You know about both the rebellious side and the curiosity of children and teenagers."

"Maybe someone WANTS students to check out the third floor corridor, " suggested Hannah.

"It's obvious to me, " said Harry slowly, "That someone is manipulating me. That's clear from the way I was brought into the Wizarding World. What if someone wants me specifically, to check out the third floor corridor?"

"That's very likely, "said Amy, "You should stay away from that corridor unless it's absolutely necessary to go there."

"I agree with that," replied Harry. "But it feels like something I need to think out more. Like there's something I need to figure out that I haven't yet. That said, I'm not messing with things that aren't my business."

After the chicken, onion rings, and Michelob were gone, the Yellow Quartet enjoyed a dessert of lemon Jello.

Later that night, Amy, Susan, and Hannah all went into Harry's room.

As she had promised, Amy applied Harry's Scar Removal Cream for him.

At first Harry was very fidgety and would gasp if Amy's applications were too sudden. Amy actually had to repeat a couple of spots because of Harry's jumpiness. But as the process wore on, Harry calmed down and Amy was able to work more efferently. Amy was very patient with Harry throughout all of this.

"There's day one done, "said Amy matter of factly when she had finished.

"Thank you, Amy, "said Harry gratefully, "I felt a little calmer by the end but I'm still really uneasy about the physical touching. Hopefully I can make some progress towards becoming more comfortable with it in the next few weeks."

"It's too bad there isn't a Scar Removal Potion, " lamented Hannah.

"Or a pill to get of scars, " added Susan.

"The one available method of curing scars is the one Harry isn't suited too, "finished Amy sympathetically.

"Amy, you did a really good job, "said Harry encouragingly, "Amy, Susan, Hannah, as a show of appreciation for everything you've done for me, I'd like to sing you three a song."

Amy, Susan, and Hannah all doubted Harry could actually sing but said, "Go ahead."

"Amy, Susan, Hannah, this is for you," smiled Harry and he sang.

"Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.

It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So, I was the one with all the glory,
While you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
So high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
Thank you for you, the wind beneath my wings."

Amy, Susan, and Hannah felt their insides glowing as they listened to Harry's song. They could feel within themselves how much Harry truly appreciated their friendship.

"You know something?" said Harry meaningfully, "There's a difference between a buddy and a friend and you three truly are friends."

Amy, Susan, and Hannah just smiled.

"The Yellow Quartet!" the four all chorused a nanosecond later.