"Where did you sleep?" Tom was behind him all of a sudden. His voice a bare whisper in Harry's ear. The teenager only gestured behind himself towards the cupboard under the stairs. Brooms were filling it now, but his inscription >Harry's room< was still visible, and the cleaning supplies were merely thrown onto his old mattress. Some of them were even leaking through. He could hear the door creak. Tom must be clutching it pretty hard.