[The dog tags, on closer inspection, are not real army issue. They're more the thin metal ones that can be bought from most alternative clothing shops for teenagers to wear as a fashion accessory, there's no engraving. The fatigues, up close, are also more fashion items than real army issue, and they don't fit particularly well. Too short in the leg and too baggy at the waist.]

Sometimes when she visited to check I remained where she placed me, she would hum lullabies to herself. Melodies we hum subconsciously are always ones we have heard recently, generally not lullabies or nursery rhymes for adults. However, I detected a thickness to her humming and a change in her breathing that suggested tears, therefore a lullaby to bring her grief. Likely the death of a child, possibly what pushed her over the edge and it might explain why Harry was positioned in a facsimile of an infant.

[He pushes up to his feet quickly and very nearly falls right back over again, swaying violently. Lack of food, a head wound, and the loss of circulation to his feet all contribute to that. He forces himself to keep moving, though, there's no time to wait around.]