Under the escort of the Order of the Phoenix members, Harry finally stepped through the front door of Black's ancestral home, his heart heavy with doubt and anxiety. He was greeted by Hermione and Ron's eager, warm embraces, but this affection failed to entirely dispel the gloom brought by the cold, accusatory letters he had repeatedly received from the Ministry of Magic. Harry's mood was a complex mix of intense resentment toward the murky situation before him, and Hermione and Ron's complaints did nothing to soothe his agitation.
"Ron, look! Harry's back!" Hermione practically lunged at Harry, wrapping him in a tight hug and asking anxiously, "Are you all right? Are you mad at us? Our letters were full of pointless nonsense, but we really had no choice—we couldn't tell you anything."
Hermione and Ron exchanged an apologetic glance before their eyes fell back on Harry, filled with guilt. "Headmaster Dumbledore made us swear to keep it a secret... but we don't know much ourselves, we aren't even allowed to attend Order of the Phoenix meetings."
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