The door. The door is right there.
Kara stared at the Cherrywood doorway from the Abby’s attic, the portal that remained shut since her last release from Azkaban. It had ornate designs painted along the edges and a golden doorknob. There was a keyhole there, and she had the key. They placed this method of transport long ago, the doorway that was a direct link to the manor. She didn’t know if it was still connected; her step-father was the last one to make it through before she was locked up and had a tracker placed in her arm. It was placed there by her old partner, a day that haunted her since it all went down. Her thumb reached over and traced the scars, her lips trembling as she could still taste the metallic liquid on her lips, the salt from her tears and hear the cries of pain.
Months ago, Kara tried to cross over to the other side. They found her shortly after she landed, somewhere outside of Tutaminis, and she was quickly transported back to the muggle world, back to her home. Kara had limited contact with Markus, as he was very busy. Jonathan went to and from since he’d been back but it wasn’t until recently. Merlin, not even Azkaban would accept her visitation to see her own husband. Casey was her only means of knowing what was happening on the other side.
Over and over she tried to remove the trace, but no matter where she cut or how deep she cut it, it was nearly impossible without removing her own hand. Kara had three scar across her wrist. Over, across, diagonal. She was lucky she’d learned a thing or two from Lucy at the infirmary to stop the bleeding on such a sensitive area before things got worse. The scene in her guest w.c. looked like something out of a horror movie. Kara was careful and lay out some tarp on the floor, but there were still spots around the sink and mirror. Hours of scrubbing washed away the mess but did not remove the bitter memory of what unfolded that day. So many tears were shed, ones of pain, others of complete defeat and eventual listlessness.
Casey was always brief, but something about this message seemed off. Lately she loved the flowers, the cards, the visits at work. Oh, how she loved his notes, anticipated his endearment, enjoyed his surprises but this note did not exude such. It seemed urgent and gave her that unnerving feeling even after she read it over and over again.
Her hesitation frustrated her. Hand on the door, hand off. She hit the wood with her fist, hearing a shimmer on the other side. She took a step back and stared at it for a moment longer. What would happen if she tried again? Would they try to kill her? Kara took a deep breath and pulled the key from her pocket, spinning it in her fingertips, feeling the cool polished silver. She exhaled softly and looked up again at the door, before inserting the key into its slot.
He asked me to go. I have to be there...
“Here goes.” She whispered. With the key in its place, she turned it left, then right and pulled down. After a few moments of complete silence, the door creaked open and a bright white light could be seen on the other side. Holding tight to her satchel, Kara tucked herself into her cloak and she walked through, bracing herself for anyone waiting for her on the other side.
Tutaminis Manor, 17:50
“Oof!” She landed with a thud. She was a little better prepared this time so she landed on her feet, her hands out in front of her to save her face from hitting the ground.
Kara was careful to stand, since the travel was always so fast and jostling, and never easy on the head or stomach. She breathed out quickly. The grass outside of the mansion was cool and wet. She thanked Merlin that she’d landed inside the mazes and wouldn’t have to traverse through that trap since she was already running short on time. Once she was fully standing, she brushed off her cloak and top, pulling her hair to one side since it had been tussled in transit. Kara took a couple of steps forward and then turned, swiveling her head to seek out any hint of Casey’s presence.
She hoped she didn’t miss him.