That night, Harry tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He was both puzzled and excited.
Harry wondered how Voldemort would try to kill him, and whose hand he would use to do it.
Professor Quirrell had already warned Harry about this, but how many innocent people would be dragged into it?
Of course, what excited Harry was that his experiences over the holidays had left him confident and eager for a fight.
Harry could hardly wait to foil Voldemort's scheme.
The next day.
Warm sunlight fell across his face. Harry instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, waking as he did so.
He got up, opened the window, and stretched as he breathed in the fresh air.
After a quick wash, Harry went down to the ground-floor hall.
"Mr. Potter, my master had to go out on business. Before leaving, he asked me to tell you that you may continue staying here. When it is time to return to school, I will take you to the train platform. Alternatively, you may visit the Weasley family and relax for a while," Katevis said, standing straight as he watched Harry approach.
Harry nodded at this. "Thank you, Mr. Vis."
Vis smiled slightly and asked, "I have prepared breakfast. Would you like some?"
Harry rubbed his stomach and smiled. "Thank you. Yes, please."
"Please wait in the dining room. I'll get your breakfast ready!" Katevis said before turning to leave.
Harry looked around. Katelyle's departure left him feeling a little lonely and disappointed.
Still, the thought that Katelyle had only left because he had something to attend to brought him some comfort.
With Katevis attending to him, Harry enjoyed a generous breakfast. As Katevis cleared the dishes, Harry said, "Mr. Vis, the breakfast you prepared was delicious. I really enjoyed it."
"Thank