            She reluctantly left Lucius’s side, joining Sirius by the window. Hermione peered out at the sleepy neighborhood, still quiet in the early hours of the morning. "I don’t..." The words dried up in her mouth. There, at the end of the street, six figures in robes were marching towards the corner house. "Oh, fucking aurors!" Sirius looked at her in surprise. "If you warn me about language..."