Harry's POV

I had not slept.

That was the first thing I noticed when the sun came up and my eyes burned like I had rubbed sand into them. The second thing was that I did not remember when exactly I stopped trusting my own house.

I sat at my desk with a cup of coffee gone cold, staring at the wall instead of the paperwork in front of me. The office smelled like old wood and ink and something sour I could not name. Maybe it was the feeling that had been growing in my chest for weeks now. Maybe ...