Harry's POV

I had already locked the door when Fred arrived.

That should have been my first warning. The fact that I needed the lock at all.

Fred stood in my office like a man bracing for impact. He did not sit. He did not ask why I had called him so late. He simply waited, hands clenched at his sides, eyes sharp with something I had not seen in years. Fear mixed with anger. The kind that comes when you know the truth is coming whether you are ready or not.

I gestured to the chair ...