For Harry was blithely aware that he wasn't alone for once. It was a niggle he'd been trying to swat away, like an irritating fly making moves for his cocktail glass. He tried to pass it off as his magic recovering. After all, he'd given Ron and the Death Eaters a beating in the Ritual Chamber. Even Riddle had shown up in some form, if only to get a handle on what he was up against with the resurrected Harry. That wasn't a battle ground they'd be keen to meet him on again in a hurry. Dumb twats. He hoped he'd put the shits up them something good and proper.