I put on my best desperate expression. “I need your help.”
He stepped aside, allowing me in. The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of burning wood from a small fireplace.
The old man closed the door and turned to face me. “What kind of help?”
I let out a soft sigh, making sure my voice trembled just enough. “I need you to take me to Harry.”
His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Harry?” He frowned. “What do you want with him?”
I clasped my hands together, lowering my gaze like someone overwhelmed with emotions. “I just… I thought he was dead. All these years, I grieved for him, and now to hear that he’s alive…” I let my voice crack slightly. “I need to see him.”
The old man studied me carefully. “I didn’t know you and Harry were close.”
I forced a small, sad smile. “We were… a lo
