In, out. One body held tightly between them both. Bellatrix hadn’t been heavy at all, and Hermione chose to burden herself with the unconscious witch as they  Apparated back to Grimmauld. The townhouse was open and empty; Sirius had long ago made off for America, Canada, anywhere and everywhere that wasn’t Britain. He was, ostensibly, waiting to find out whether he’d have his name cleared.