Store after store and Harry feels that itching beneath his skin. It’s so...Natural. The way Bella fusses over him, her protective snarl when people bump into him or move too close. The way Sirius pulls him to the joke shop, the way he laughs at Harry’s jokes, exchanging guilty glances with Bella, then winking at him once her back is turned. The way Barty will disappear, then come back bearing a gift he thought Harry might like.