Harry felt like he was stepping into some kind of nightmare. He walked through the tidy courtyard and looked over at the beautiful mansion: lights were on in some of the windows, casting bright spots on the smooth green lawns. Lucius met them at the door, looking just as miserable and shabby as he had been during the battle. His tortured, confused gaze fixed on Harry, who was trudging awkwardly behind the Dark Lord, his hands tucked into his pockets.