Harry's head jerked up as a strange sensation passed over him. What in the world was that? It was like when he would pass through the wards between the muggle world and the Leaky Cauldron. Harry heaved a heavy sigh as he turned away from his window knowing that no one would tell him any news. Despite what Dumbledore had said about not keeping information from him; he knew that he was insuring that he did not receive any information on the news of the wizarding world.
That strange sensation was nothing new to him. He had occasionally felt it over the past year. It always felt as though it was searching for someone. This last time it had had a distinct feel of fear and resignation as though something had occurred that could not be fixed. He knew that feeling. The feeling of being hopeless to stop something no matter what you would give to stop it.
Harry would sometimes contemplate going out and searching for that strange feeling, a feeling that seemed to call out to him, declaring almost, to him, home, his home a place for him to belong. He knew though that the order was watching him. Watching, waiting never letting up on their so called protection, a protection that should have been place on much more vulnerable places such as home of young muggle born students. With a heavy sigh his shoulders slumped and he stretched out along his small bed that barely held him any more. Suddenly another feeling similar to the first washed over him.