When Cyrus materialized at the ancestral Black residence, Sirius, Moody, and the others were already there. An eerie, heavy atmosphere hung over the room. Cyrus looked in silence at the gathered company and spotted Arthur on the sofa, nursing minor injuries.
Mrs. Weasley hurried forward, her eyes red-rimmed, and threw her arms around Cyrus. "My dear, I don't know how to thank you. I don't know how to ever apologize to you..."
Cyrus gently patted her back. Her fingertips were shockingly cold, and her face was rigid with fear. Arthur also stood up, an expression of deep guilt on his face. "Thank you, Cyrus. I..."
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