It was still there. That uneasy feeling he had this morning was still there. He thought that something had to be going on but he refused to believe. It had to be something small, it couldn't be as dark and sinister as he felt that it was. He had overworked himself and he was exhausted, that's all it was, he was exaggerating. Harry was content while eating, he had managed to forget about the uneasy feeling. All of a sudden he felt a whoosh of air as a paper aeroplane had gone past his ear and round the back of his head before landing on his desk. Harry had recognised Hermione's writing and opened it straight away. "Harry if it isn't too much trouble I think we need to have a talk, something just doesn't feel right and I can't quite explain it" were the words written. Harry dropped the note and suddenly felt very ill, if Hermione can feel it as well then something must be happening.