Harry cried out in pain as he felt his body do something to itself, he had no idea why. It felt like bones were moving and muscles were ripping. He felt like every inch of himself was being torn open. He cried out for a few moments, twitching and writhing, until the pain changed. It didn't hurt the same way, it didn't feel the same. It almost felt good. The screams turned to laughs and Harry opened his eyes again.

Instead of a beautiful blue, they were green.

He smiled up at Max, his face twisted into a horrible grin. "I think I'm better now." It felt better so it was - right? He looked at Max, mesmerised. "I'm alive."