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Flashback. January 1984.
If Severus was honest with himself — and just himself, mind! — he didn’t expect a Goyle-made ward in a private country-side property to give him any trouble. And it didn’t, it took only twenty-five seconds for the net of magic to snap under pressure, tearing a hole wide enough for him and his ill-fated partner-in-crime to slip through. Past spellfire, shouts and curses, and out into the fields of thorn apples and blue-green rues. But that was twenty seconds longer than it should have taken. Severus will remember that, and when they had time to dwell — which they didn’t at the moment — they will do just that.
The forest and fields surrounding the property were warded against Apparition, and Severus hadn’t replenished his supply of portkeys in nearly a month. He and Moody trekked through woodland blindly in the dark for an hour before they finally reached the border. ‘ We’re almost there, ’ Severus said, nodding ahead. ‘ Just behind the stone arch up ahead. ’