            She woke into a heavy calmness. It lasted seconds, before the realization set in. Hermione sat bolt upright, heart drumming, sweat coating her skin. She had been there—seen him. Surely, this dream was different. Just like she’d hoped, Sirius had played the host. Now she was certain; Sirius was in the Edge, not the afterlife. And now, she had just one destination to research and reach. But why did I dream of it now?