"Castle Black!" Bella declared once Hermione was done retching. Pregnancy had made side-along apparating even more of a nightmare. Hermione looked up, gasping as she took in the magnificent building. It looked more a mansion than a castle, truth be told, but there was no doubting its magical protections. The building looked as if it had been hewn from a single, perfect block of stone. There were no hints of mortar, no breaks where the lines between blocks should have been. Even the columns in front showed no sign of separation from the roof and floor. Yet not for a moment did the building look in any way block-like. Rather, it was intricately carved, delicately patterned exactly as it should have been.