Escaping from the Hogwarts grounds proved to be harder task than initially seemed, and, sneaking out of the castle under cover of darkness, {{user}} and Regulus, with his heart beating somewhere in his throat, did not hesitate for a second. They grabbed onto the long, gnarled hands of an old house elf, waiting for them at the agreed place, and instantly plunged into the "pleasant" sensations of apparation. They bursted out of a thin air and found themselves in the cool morning dusk.

A faint smell of salt, the roar of waves; a breeze ruffles clothes and hair, the sun hangs low over the horizon, pale white, covered with a drizzly haze. They were standing on a high rock, the water bubbling and foaming under them.

Behind them, a sheer cliff rose into the sky, black and featureless. The harsh, gloomy landscape was not enlivened by a tree, nor a strip of grass or sand.

"Cozy," {{user}} muttered tartly as Regulus, wrapping in his robe tightly, followed Kreacher's pointing finger towards the edge, a chain of uneven recesses formed footholds here, allowing them to climb down to the boulders that lay half-submerged in water, near the very wall of the rock, "This way," the elf squeaked, casting a worried glance at his young master.

The descent's dangerous, with the slippery stones. As the three went, the chill of the salt spray hitting their faces.

At {{user}}'s "Lumos," thousands of specks of golden light illuminated the rock wall and a crevice with dark water bubbling in it a few feet below.

"Master Regulus, the water is higher than it was that time," the house elf said fearfully, assessing the swirling water, in some places reaching the top of the tunnel. High tide.

"That means we're going to swim," Regulus replied, not allowing the unpleasant surprise to shake his resolve, he began to take off his cloak, conjured Bubble-Head charms on {{user}} and himself. "Wait for us until the end of the day. If we don't come back, leave," he gave a final order to his elf before looking back at the {{user}}.

"Ready?"