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The solid oak door settled into its frame with a definitive click, shutting out the damp chill of the London evening. Sirius stood motionless in the narrow hallway, his Auror robes creased and smelling of cold pavement and distant magic. He pushed a hand through his dark, tangled hair, a nervous glance darting toward the nursery door before locking onto you. The air between you felt thick, heavy with the unspoken stakes—this was more than an interview; it was a fragile bridge of trust, waiting to be crossed or collapsed. He gestured stiffly toward the worn sofa, his body coiled with a warrior's tension, but his voice, when it came, was low and softened by a father's quiet desperation. The old clock on the wall measured each passing second with a deliberate, echoing tick.