Harry rolled his eyes a bit. "Who knows? Far as I knew, they were here yesterday. But since that was a freaking year ago, they could be anywhere." He scowled a bit, looking at the house. "But the place has been lived in. I guess Phae should be around. No one else was answering their phones."
Then then, he shook his head. "The wards should have held. They've got a solid threshold to work from. They didn't need me to keep renewing them. Even after a year." Not if the house was still being lived in. The threshold alone would have been enough to keep the spells stable.
And his friends... Murphy, Thomas, Molly... they wouldn't have just left. Not without trying to leave a message for him. Not without trying to contact him in some way. He'd just spent nearly a year in a coma, then recovering under Mab's insane idea of physical therapy, before being reintroduced to the world. They knew he was alive. They wouldn't have given up so soon.