The door creaked open.
A middle aged woman with dark hair and heavy lidded eyes stared at him. Even now, Harry was struck by her resemblance to her late sister.
"Harry Potter" the woman smiled uncertainly at him.
"I...Erm..." Harry started awkwardly, "I came to visit, to see him but if you... Don't want..."
"Well that makes it all clear!" the woman suddenly let out a laugh, short and sharp, "Don't be so awkward dear, and come in. Think of this as your second home."
Tears pricked viciously at Harry's eyes but he managed a smile, "Thank you so much... Andromeda."
And as she led him into the cosy living room, Harry realised he hadn't felt as accepted or happy in a long time.