Bollocks.
I felt it last night in the common room with Ron and Hermione- He's happy. I nearly fell out of the bloody chair, I didn't expect it, I haven't felt anything like it in months.
I'm not sure if R and H noticed, or if they know what it means. I hope not.
I can't think why, though. Last I heard... well, last I heard he was pretty close to Hogsmeade. I wasn't at Little Whinging for as long as usual this summer. It was great to see Sirius so much and not be at Hogwarts and him not a wanted criminal or anything, and- well, it was sort of familyish. Like being at the Burrow but without that vague feeling of being on the outside.
Anyway, that wasn't the point. I was in the wizarding world for a big chunk of last summer. I saw... I saw everyone when I was kicked out, and I saw Hermione in Diagon Alley once, but that was it. I'm of age.
There were so many reasons that everyone used to use for not telling us what the Order was up to, or what Voldemort was doing. But we're all still in the dark and it can't really be justified this time.