Chapter Thirty-Three
Provoked and Sealed
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
(Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield)June 20th, 1974Sirius and Mia arrived in Hogsmeade Village under the vista of a beautiful sunrise
that pushed its way over a lavish Scotland horizon. From the spot where they landed,
Hogwarts could easily be seen in the near distance.
"Come on," Mia muttered as she began making her way up toward the castle.
"Mia!" Sirius shouted after her, reaching for her hand. "First, you can't just go back
up this way and knock on the front door. We sneaked out; we have to sneak back in." He
sighed irritably and tugged on her wrist, leading her through a copse of trees on a path that
led to an old, abandoned cottage.
"What is this?" she asked as he led her through the front door.
"Old hunting lodge. Used to belong to the groundskeeper before they built the new
one for Hagrid. We found it this year. It's dangerous to walk through. Pretty much
condemned, but it's the cellar that we're after," he said and pulled lightly on her wrist,
guiding her down a set of stairs that opened up into a small cellar. In the back was a locked
door.
"Alohomora," Sirius muttered, and the latch opened. "It leads into Hogwarts. Now,
are you going to tell me what happened back there? How the hell do you know how to do
a Portus Charm? That's beyond even N.E.W.T. level."
"Do you trust me?" Mia asked, sighing when Sirius nodded. "Then know that I can't
answer your questions all the time, but I have my reasons."
They walked through the dark passage, her lit wand the only light to guide them.
The pair continued until it felt like they were climbing, up and up, over rocks and dips in
the ground, as the cave-like tunnel ascended higher.