They left him alone once he was in his room, and he had sat on his bed in silence, unsure what to do with himself. He summoned an elf and asked for two vials of calming draught and a pain relief potion. His body still ached from the night before.  How had it only been 48 hours since Potter escaped?  So much had happened, and he felt like he was adrift in a storm with no control over the waves or the wind, or even the raft to which he clung. 