I knock on Harry's door, my heart racing. “Harry, let me in,” I call out, hoping he’ll relent. “I’d rather not,” he replies coldly, and I feel a pang of disappointment. “Harry, please?” I plead, trying to convey how much I need to talk to him. I can hear him moving inside, and I brace myself for the silence that follows. “I’m going to wait here until you open the door,” I state firmly, determined not to give up. Moments later, the door creaks open, and I see him standing there, his expression unreadable, but I can sense the tension. “There, I opened it, you can leave now,” he says, his tone icy. We lock eyes for a few seconds, and I can see the walls he’s built around himself. Before I can say anything else, he closes the door, leaving me standing there, feeling more alone than ever.