the_debt_of_time

the roof where a flock of pigeons took flight, terrified of the sound that reverberated off
the walls and penetrated through the foundation.
The windows around Sirius's room were large, and Mia watched from the corner
where she could see the double doors blown open, and Dorea burst through, using
wandless magic and likely rage to move any obstacles out of her way.
One such obstacle appeared to be a frightened girl, trailing behind next to Charlus.
"You can't just come up here. You need to be properly checked in.
Charlus winced at the girl's words just as Dorea turned on the girl. "I can
and will come up here, and if you think that a pesky little chit like you is going to stop me,
then I dare you—little girl—to try my patience!"
The girl nearly burst into tears.
Mia growled when she watched a familiar Healer move past the window toward her
parents.
"What's happening?" James whispered from the corner.
"Quiet," she muttered and tilted her head to the side so that she could focus on
eavesdropping.
"What's all this commotion out here? Do I need to call the Aurors?" the Healer
asked, reaching for his wand.
"I apologise for the disruption," Charlus said, approaching the man. "We're here to
see―"
"Our son! Our house-elf told us he was brought in after.. ." Dorea said,
swallowing hard. "She said he was tortured."
"You're Sirius Black's parents?"
"Yes," Dorea replied immediately. "Where are my children?"
The Healer held his hands out in supplication. When Dorea looked like she was no
longer on the verge of attacking, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm Gerald
Wainscott; I run this floor. Come with me," he instructed and turned, leading Mia's parents
into the next room and out of her sight.
She moved to the other side of the room, pressing her hand against the wall and
muttering a spell that pushed her ward out into the room next door. She focused her energy
on her hearing.