An old man with a long white beard and twinkling grey eyes behind half moon spectacles in long flowing purple robes walked along the streets of New York. A younger man with black hair and black eyes in black robes walked along him, glancing around in wonder. Two young boys and a girl walked beside them. One of the boys had messy raven black hair and startling emerald green eyes. A small scar shaped like a bolt of lightning was present on his forehead. Next to him was a boy with bright red hair, clear blue eyes and a face full of freckles. The girl had long mousey brown hair and brown eyes. They were all dressed in casual clothing. "Where is the... help we are searching for, Dumbledore?" "They live nearby. We are close." The teens looked around curiously. Harry, Ron and Hermione had not expected that after a month of being banned from knowing what was going on, they were invited to help along this mission. Harry wondered what was the reason for taking them along. Surely, of they thought he was too young to attend Order meetings, he would be in their eyes too young to go on missions. Dumbledore stopped in front of an apartment. Sirius looked surprised. Surely the "important help" they were looking for wouldn't live in a muggle house? Hermione stared at the door. Something seemed familiar about the house. "We're here." Dumbledore announced. He rang the doorbell.