Sirius woke with a jolting gasp in his dark bedroom at 3:00 am, his heart hammering and sweat drenching his t-shirt and sheets. He clutched at his chest while an unnamed panic gripped his mind. Harry. He needed to find Harry. Sirius stumbled out of bed and crashed against the door, groping for the doorknob. He couldn’t find it. Where was it? Finally, his fingers closed around the cool metal. He yanked the door open and ran down the hall into Harry’s room, where the white noise machine hummed softly soothing rain sounds and a nightlight cast twinkly yellow stars across the ceiling.