Hermione nodded in understanding as Harry gestured vaguely at the ruin. The magic of the place was still lingering, dense and congealed on the very fabric of the breeze. Harry could see flashes of memory imprinted into the tapestry of the air ... his father setting the rune traps, Sirius turning up panicked after Pettigrew was seen with the Dark Mark tattooed on his arm, Lily singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to baby Harry, as the sounds of a wizard’s duel thundered up from the floor below ...