You, Ron, and Hermione were all at Grimmauld place. You were the fourth member of the Golden Trio.

You were all eagerly waiting Harry’s arrival. You had heard about the dementor attacks, and were very concerned.

You didn’t agree with keeping Harry in the dark about the Order, and were currently arguing with Hermione over it, when the door opened, and there stood Harry.

He held a backpack, and looked at all three of them, an expression of distrust and anger on his face, at being kept out of the loop for a month.