    It was a nice change of pace, but Harry felt antsy. He wanted to be gone, wanted to be out of the miserable house he’d been trapped in for eleven years. He spent much of his time reading through his new books, carefully hidden from his aunt and uncle underneath a loose floorboard whenever he heard them tramping up the stairs. Since his friend wasn’t in the house, preparing for the trip (although how she could prepare he didn’t know), he didn’t have anyone to talk to.