Change.July 3rd, 1976It had been over a week, and Sirius had made no contact.
James tried owling and fire-calling, while Mia even tried using the charmed Galleon
to get his attention, but so far, nothing had worked to get word back from their friend.
Charlus and Dorea must have picked up on their children's anxiety because they offered to
reach out to a few contacts to see if they could find out anything. Charlus had been reserved
about it at first, but the moment Mia mentioned that Walburga had gone to pick her son
up at King's Cross, Dorea looked as if she knew something was amiss. After contacting
several old friends at the Ministry and in social circles, she reported back that no one had
seen any member of the Black family that week.
"Try and get some sleep, my loves," Dorea said as she kissed each of her children.
"We shouldn't be gone very long." She gave one last look in a mirror to check her reflection.
It was a rare occasion for the Potters to leave their home when James and Mia were
back from school, but they had made plans with several friends for a late dinner party. The
vague story reeked of Order business, and Mia was certain that if she were able to get back
to Hogwarts, she would notice that both Dumbledore and McGonagall would be absent
from the castle.
"Be careful," James said, frowning. It had only been the night before that an
apothecary of a popular Muggle-born had been attacked. Three well-known "blood-
traitors" had been killed or wounded in the onslaught, and no one had been arrested thus
far. James was predictably nervous about his parents leaving the protection of the manor's
wards.
"Don't leave the manor," Charlus instructed his son before he and Dorea stepped
into the Floo, vanishing in a whirl of green flames.
Several hours later, Mia slowly stood from her chair in the circular drawing room,
book in hand. She had tried to stay awake, waiting for her parents, to see if she could
somehow weasel a little information out of them about their "dinner party." When she