Gingerly, careful not to suddenly pop into the view of the Dursley’s living room, Harry slid himself out from under the window and the flower bed, and scrambled to his feet. For a moment, he stood and simply looked about, as if some solution to this unexpected change would jump out at him. It made him more than a little nervous that Draco’s statement about them being unable to predict events was already becoming a reality. Which made his question about what to do next even more anxiety inducing. He placed his hands on his hips and let his lips smack together as he released a huge breath. Well. Onwards it was then.