The large, ornate door was pulled open, and standing in front of you was--

Not Harry.

It was Norman, his father. You had met him once before, very briefly though-- and it was before you and Harry were friends.

The older male smiled at you, a kind look in his eyes, "You must be Harry's friend. He told me you were going to stop by-- he's a bit busy right now, but if you'd like to come in--" Norman stepped aside and motioned for you to enter, "you may."