"Elated," Harry admitted distractedly. "Like they were playing their favourite game. Like they were toying with us," Harry’s voice was not much more than a harsh whisper, horror tainting his words; what if his magicks hadn't decided to save them? What if they decided they didn't want to listen to Harry? "And when I cast the Lumos –and it really was just a Lumos, Ev– it’s like they were roaring. It was like an explosion," his fingers tightened where they were already holding on to him. "Did you go home last night?" 