            A sudden screeching of hinges snapped her attention away, and Hermione bolted into an upright position. The door to her cell slowly groaned open. Light spilled in, so startlingly bright she had to shield her eyes. Through her fingertips, she saw a man’s silhouette, and a startled cry escaped her throat. Hermione knew that hair anywhere, but still, even with her eyes drinking in the dark outline of his curls, she remained in the cot, too afraid that it was just another nightmare, that Sirius would be ripped away from her too.