There was a low fire glowing faintly on the hearth and a night light burning by the side of a carved four-posted bed hung with brocade, and on the bed was lying a boy, crying fretfully.
It seemed to be stirring fretfully. Harry watched it, and his scar seared with pain again . . . and he suddenly knew that he didn't want to see what was in those robes ...he didn't want that bundle opened....
Once she said " Melly" ? and Mammy's voice said: " S'me, chile, " and put a cold rag on her forehead and she cried fretfully: " Melly — Melanie" over and over but for a long time Melanie did not come.