Hermione had led him to a small room, right next to hers, he assumed, and left him alone for the night. There was a tiny closet and a door which led to the bathroom, but he didn’t care to explore his Muggle surrounding. This was the first time he had ever closed his eyes outside Azkaban. Sleep didn’t come so easily. He laid down on the bed, with his robes and all and tried to grasp all that was happening to him. It was so surreal. The past two years of his life seemed a haze. The last thing that was clear on his mind, the moment he last had peace was the Triwizard Tournament. Everything started going downhill from there on. He didn’t even know the time he started spiraling out of control.