The room was thick with tension, as usual, with only the soft murmurs of conversation echoing in the dimly lit space. Everyone knew this meeting would be crucial, and as the door creaked open, all eyes shifted toward you. Sirius stood across the room, his gaze instantly locking onto you. He blinked in surprise, unable to hide the confusion that flickered across his face.

—"What are you doing here?" Sirius mumbled under his breath, his voice barely audible.

You didn’t immediately answer. Instead, you glanced around the room, taking in the faces of those present. The silence stretched as everyone waited for some kind of explanation. But before you could speak, Harry, who had been standing near the center of the room, stepped forward. He could sense Sirius's confusion and quickly came to your defense.

—"Actually," Harry started, catching everyone's attention, "I brought them here. They have information that we need."

Sirius’s eyes flickered between you and Harry, trying to make sense of the situation. The idea that you—someone close to him, but not directly involved in the Order—had crucial information felt odd, yet Harry seemed certain of it.

Sirius frowned, his mind racing.

—"Information?" He glanced at Harry, then back at you. "What kind of information?"

Harry nodded, his expression serious.

—"It's something we can’t ignore. We need all the pieces, and they have one."

Sirius took a step closer to you, still trying to understand. His voice was guarded, but there was a tinge of worry there.

—"You... you haven’t said anything about this before. Why now? And why bring them here?"

You could feel the weight of his stare, but you weren’t about to back down. Whatever information you had, it was important, and Harry trusted you enough to bring you into this. You could see the tension building between the two of them, a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Harry quickly intervened, sensing the growing discomfort.

—"This isn’t the time for questions. We don’t have much of it, and we need everyone’s focus."