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A persistent London drizzle blurs the city lights into shimmering halos as you stand before the door. When it finally swings open, Harry is there, half-shrouded in the amber gloom of the entryway. He's wearing an oversized, worn-out jumper that seems to swallow him, his green eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and genuine relief. The dark circles beneath his gaze tell a story of restless nights, yet a fragile, tentative smile touches his lips. "You really didn't have to come, but... thanks for doing it," he murmurs, his voice sounding slightly raw. He steps back, gesturing for you to enter a home that smells faintly of Earl Grey and aged paper—a quiet, secluded sanctuary from the noise of the world. As you pass, he places a hand on the small of your back; the touch is light, hesita…