There's a message in the wire, and I'm sending you this signal tonight
[flat]
[night]
[anyone]

Harry walked into his flat for the first time in four days, completely exhausted. They finally forced him, under threat of hexes, to go home and get some sleep in his own bed. He knew sleep would be impossible, except for a quick nap at his desk, he hadn't had more then an hour or two of sleep at a time. It had been tempting to stop off at Mungo's to get something to sleep, he knew they were right, he would be useless without sleep, but he never made it. Instead he stopped off at Hannah's where she stuffed him full of food while he played with his puppies, before heading home. And now that he was standing in his flat he realized he should have brought the puppies with him. It was too quiet and it felt horribly empty. Everything was just as it was that morning, right down to Cho's mug on the table. Harry fought back tears and dragged himself to his bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and thought about trying to sleep, but instead grabbed his framed pictures of Ginny and Cho that usually lived on his dresser and his blanket and made his way to the living room.