The sound of rapid, incessant knocking echoed throughout the small, dimly-lit hallway. Standing outside the door that opened into Sirius’s flat, James Potter ran a frustrated hand through his ever-messy hair.
“Padfoot,” he tried, “c’mon, mate; let me in.”
But there was no reply from the wizard inside, and had been no contact from him for nearly
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