Harry woke up on Tuesday, exhausted and scared out of his mind. His nervousness was so great that he spent his breakfast on autopilot, unable to properly think or process anything. Time became a strange, warped thing as he went through his first few classes of the day where they were simultaneously going by too quickly but also stretching out forever. When Professor McGonagall came to collect him, he followed mutely, unable to properly listen to anything she was saying to him. But at least he could tell that she seemed as anxious as Hermione.