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"Wait, so let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban— To what? find you two?" Ron asked, looking towards both of his friends with clenched eyebrows.

"Yeah." Harry and Carina confirmed in unison.

The girl swerved her head to stare at the window of the train, watching the raindrops race and clash together. Thunder rumbled outside intimidatingly and this time she shivered in response.

Carina always loved it when it either rained or stormed. She relished in the echo of the rain smashing against the windows, the loud howling of the strong wind and the gelid air nipping at her skin. The sound of the calming chaos, or the stimulating opiate droplets, had always managed to put her down at ease. It soothed down her rough edges and she revered in the smell of mother earth after rain. The weeping weather also brought forward the most fervent memories that she cherished. Of her fondest memories, were those of her playing on the muddy ground of the woods back home as a little girl under the veil of serene water falling down from the skies, as she attempted to reach towards the heavens by climbing up the tall trees. Another were of her and her family gathered around the fireplace in the grand living room with mugs of hot tea or hot chocolate. She also remembered herself and Ronald, when they were just wee toddlers, daring each other to jump high and attempt to catch as many droplets as possible with their little tongues stuck out. 

She scantly smiled in memory, as she remembered back on how they always went back in with a burning fever, and muddied wet clothes, immediately being dragged towards the bath by their little arms. And yet her smile sunk in forlorn.  

As this time, it wasn't so clement on her. 

No. this time, everything around her was painted in a cloak of bleak gloominess and the paint was dumped on her, effortlessly drowning her in darkness. The blues weren't weeping, no. They were crying in agony.

And her crippling fear only increased by the bit knowing that he was out there. Searching around for her and Harry.

To take ahold of them, so he could smother the both of them with his cruel grasp. To murder them. 

— "But they'll catch Black, won't they?" Hermione asked with genuine worry, "I mean, everyone's looking for him." She stated as a matter of fact.

"Oh, sure! Never mind the fact that no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before—" Ron sassed. "And no one knows how he did it either. And also he's a murderous, raving mad lunatic." He finished and Hermione glared at him.

"And he was a top-security prisoner too." Carina stated blankly as she continued to stare out the window, eyes locked onto the dark scenery moving by them fast.

The three turned to look at her worriedly.

"So... What is he exactly to you?" Ron questioned her.

Carina glanced at him tensely. With a quirk of an eyebrow raised at him, she tried not to show. "I mean, cause y'know— last name..." He quickly coughed. She sighed and shrugged nonchalantly, "A distant cousin of some sort, I believe — I don't know, and I don't care. You know I could care less for the rest of my family. You know that." Carina replied, trying to keep her voice steady and cool. "The lot of them are a bunch of lunatics." Hermione pursued her lips, staring right at her.