There's no sign of Harry in his bedroom, but noticeably no sign of struggle either. Everything is just as Sirius might expect of a seventeen year old boy, the room looking not so very different from his own. There are no shattered windows or flickering lights, no indication at all that Harry's been captured.

Yet Sirius can't say he feels much better.

"Nothing," Sirius replies, his heart still thumping as he meets Kell once again in the front room after stopping quickly to check the loo. "And you don't feel anything, do you?" he asks, though it comes out as a statement. Kell would've mentioned already, he knows. "If they've taken him, it's not been from here."

And there's Kieren too, of course. Would they know to look for him? Whatever good humour Sirius might have earlier possessed is entirely gone, replaced instead with mounting dread.

"Where can we look? How? Kell, can you feel them?"