It took Harry hours and hours to fall asleep that night. His mind was torn in different directions, never quietening enough for him to sleep. He bounced between worrying that Sirius’s use of the floo network had been noticed, fury at his godfather’s hubris, and regret for how they had ended their conversation. He finally dropped off sometime around five, and so slept through the alarms of his dorm mates, and only woke up when Ron shook him gently.