Harry could not fall asleep no matter what he did that night.
His hope of going to Hogsmeade had been shattered, he kept seeing omens of death, and Black was still on the run...
All that chaotic mess burned through his heart like wildfire, leaving him restless and unable to sleep.
After tossing and turning irritably several times, Harry felt parched and got up to find some water.
It was already late at night, and the corridor was empty.
The dim lights were like a hazy mist, carrying a trace of dampness that made his face feel slightly cold.
As he passed the Weasleys' room, Harry suddenly heard two people speaking angrily inside.
He quickly recognized the voices as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Harry had not intended to eavesdrop. He hurried onward, but suddenly heard his own name and stopped.
"Not telling him is wrong." Mr. Weasley was clearly agitated. "Harry has the right to know. I wanted to persuade Fudge, but he insisted on treating Harry like a child. Harry is already thirteen, he..."
"Arthur, the truth will frighten him to death." Mrs. Weasley lowered her voice, yet still spoke in a shrill whisper. "The danger is always there!"
"Do you want Harry to go back to school feeling uneasy?"
"For heaven's sake, please, don't tell him about this. Let him relax a little!"
"I don't want to upset him. I just want him to be more vigilant." Mr. Weasley could not help raising his voice. "You know what Harry and Ron are like. Neither of them can ever keep themselves in check!"
"Listen to me, Molly. They say Sirius Black has gone mad. Maybe he really has, but he managed to escape from Azkaban. Harry is in danger right now!"
"But Harry is absolutely safe at Hogwarts." Mrs.