Up until that point, Harry had been full of bewildered amusement, watching how Kreacher clearly doted on Draco. Seeing Sirius though, his stomach dropped - Sirius had been avoiding him all morning, he was sure. He wasn’t there at breakfast, he hadn't come down when Mrs Weasley had called up the stairs for him, and he hadn’t come to the dressing room at all to help them with the doxies. If anything, Harry felt even more conflicted about his godfather, torn between making the most of the time they had together (he resisted touching his neck), and continuing to be disappointed with him.