In Drafts

Checked my yahoo webmails drafts today while using another draft to hold my attempts at smutty-calus sign up and found this: 

Harry’s eyes snapped open. His gaze flicked to his alarm clock. His hand scrambled for his glasses. He should have been at work five minutes ago. Harry’s heart hammered, ten years and he’d never been late. Not ever.

From July. What da heck was I writing?