He realised now that Mia had known who Bellatrix was. Exactly who she was and
what she was capable of.
"You filthy little blood-traitor, I will enjoy watching you die screaming!" Bellatrix threatened.
Sirius had been afraid in that moment. It had been his fault that Mia met the crazy
witch in the first place, since he was the one to drag her along with him to Narcissa's
wedding. But Mia had not even flinched in response to the threats made against her by his
cousin. Instead, she had offered one of her own.
"And I will enjoy watching you die... gasping."
Years later, knowing all that he knew about Mia and Hermione and the bloody
Time-Turner, Sirius wondered what exactly she had meant by that.
"My cousin," he growled as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. "If anyone
belongs in Azkaban, it's her."
"It's horrible what happened to them," Hermione whispered. "And to see Neville
so sad. I wish there was something I could do."
Sirius raised a brow. "Do you?"
Hermione would go back into the past knowing all there was to know about the
future. About what happened to Alice and Frank. About what happened to himself and
Remus. About what happened to Lily and James. Why hadn't she done anything to stop it?
"Of course," Hermione insisted. "I just don't know what."
Sirius frowned and brought his mug to his lips. "I'm sure you'll think of something,"
he assured her, not fully believing his own words.
Hermione did not know how the Weasleys and Harry slept through the noise, but
when she heard the scream, she leapt from her bed and rushed out the door, wand grasped
tightly in hand even though she knew she was not allowed to practise magic outside of
Hogwarts.
Crookshanks was right on her heels as she slipped down the stairs, following the
cries until she found herself outside of Sirius's bedroom. Her heart pounded violently as
she listened to the sobs coming from the other side of the wooden door. She looked up
and down the stairs, hoping that someone else would come and help. Torn between her