"I didn’t feel anything then,’ Harry rose from the couch and began pacing through the library. His footsteps echoed loudly in the cold hall. He walked up to the window and slightly opened a burgundy curtain, glancing outside: the landscape was as boring as ever. Harry touched the old cupboards and played with the tassel on the drapes. He couldn’t relax. Voldemort followed his every move like a snake frozen in the dark. Harry began to bite his nails, then realized Bastard had finally escaped.