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His slippered feet made hardly a sound as he moved through his house. Tidying a table here, moving a newspaper there. He turned on the telly and made the rounds through the channels, but, as usual, nothing was on. After Scarlet was fed and fresh water was put down, there was nothing left to do. A try at a book yielded two pages read and no memory of their contents, so the book found its way back to the side table. A check of his mobile offered no relief, no distracting messages.
Scarlet stood up on his lap, digging her little paws painfully into his thighs. When he managed to look at her, she was on full alert, shivering visibly, but focused unwaveringly on the front door. Harry sleepily rubbed his eyes, and involuntarily looked at his watch. 2:23. Years of training and reflexes had him up and prepared in a second.