At Peverell Hall, Harry took a deep breath and turned towards the huge windows that overlooked the wakening garden. Though it was still April, it was warmer here than in Scotland. He enjoyed the peace and tranquillity before he had to return to the castle. Tom hovered at his back. That was somewhat unusual, but Harry felt too drained to care. Bill had been right. He had needed this. Harry had to come to terms with his past – the good and the ugly – to be able to concentrate on the future. He had wanted a clean-cut, but Dudley had surprised him. He would keep an eye on his cousin. Maybe there was hope.