Just as Harry was no stranger to insomnia, he was also no stranger to the rocks of guilt that weighed down his stomach. His mind continued to meander its way back through the events of the night she was taken, trying desperately, for the 100th time, to find a clue that he may have missed the first time. Anything to indicate where she had been taken or by whom. But again, he came up empty. A small snore escaped from underneath the tangle of dark curls tucked under his chin, bringing him back to reality. 