Harry closes his eyes and breathes deeply, preparing himself to open his Third Eye. It's always a disorienting experience, no matter what he Sees, and depending on the result, he could be incapacitated for a while. When he's ready, he opens his eyes, taking care to look only at Dawn.

At first, he isn't quite sure what he's Seeing. Piles and piles of books, stacks curving impossibly to create a shelter, deeply shadowed. A heart-sized globe of light pulses in the darkness, and he realizes that it's the heart of a girl, curled in on herself, her face hidden against the knees drawn up close to her. The pulsing light pushes traces of itself outward, and he can tell they're supposed to encompass her entire self, but it's being swallowed by darkness before it can reach out.