They walked on, for ages and ages. Hermione lost track of how long they were walking for. She had no idea where they were going, but Celesca seemed to have a practiced route. Hermione almost wished she didn’t, for the horrors she was seeing were cutting jagged slashes through her very heart ... Sirius falling through the Veil, Harry’s parents being cut down by Voldemort, Harry running from the basilisk in The Chamber of Secrets ... all of his dark moments made flesh before Hermione’s eyes.