As the organization led by Dumbledore to resist Voldemort—and perhaps the only organization currently opposing him—the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters at Grimmauld Place was undoubtedly very busy.
During his days here, Harry had seen many familiar and unfamiliar faces hurrying through the house.
After meeting the famous Harry Potter, some people would always enthusiastically come up to speak with him and offer a few words of comfort about his impending trial.
Harry was also happy to chat with these key members of the resistance against Voldemort, but whenever he asked what they were doing,
these wizards, who had been so friendly toward him, immediately clammed up and merely smiled at him kindly.
Even Sirius and the others close to him would always change the subject, refusing to let them learn too much.
On Friday evening, when the Order of the Phoenix was holding a serious meeting, Mrs. Weasley did not even let them go downstairs for dinner, instead bringing their meal straight up to them.
Bang!
"You probably don't guard against Death Eaters this tightly!"
Amid Ron's angry shouting, Mrs. Weasley shut the door with a stern face.
"Give it up, Ron."
Harry sat at the desk by the window, watching the sun and moon appear near the horizon at the same time. His expression was blank as he said,
"If even Sirius won't let us attend the Order's secret meeting, I'm not counting on anyone else taking pity on us."
Ron sniffed angrily, roughly setting his dinner tray on the bedside table between the two beds before throwing himself onto one of them.
A moment later, Ron suddenly began howling without warning. He wrapped his head in the bedding and rolled back and forth across the bed.
Hermione was sitting upright on the floor reading the newspaper. By