“Oh bollocks!” a horrified voice moaned, “I’m so sorry! I can’t have been looking!”
 “No problem,” he grimaced and straightened up; he winced as a stab of pain shot through his palm.
 “Are you okay?” the perpetrator; a young woman asked worriedly, “I haven’t hurt you, have I?”

It was almost 9pm by the time Sirius Black's tall silhouette appeared in the little village of Godrick’s Hollow. He walked unhurriedly but avoided going too near the tiny pub, from which several people could be seen keeping watch out of the windows. He jammed his chapped hands into his jacket pockets and hunched his shoulders against the icy wind as he strode down a very familiar route