They returned to Hogwarts early Monday morning, in time to quickly eat breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry went about his day in a haze, not retaining a single thing from his classes. He was exhausted. His body hurt from days spent sitting in uncomfortable chairs and not moving enough. Emotionally, he was even worse off. He felt like his ribcage had been peeled back to expose his tender, beating heart to a hurricane. The days spent vacillating between fear and grief and hope and relief had left him raw and wrung out. The sun was too bright and the roar of a full Great Hall sent his skin crawling.