Hermione Jane Granger

To the one who now calls himself Harry Potter:

You belong to me, and always have. This has always been your purpose. This has always been your destiny. Accept it - embrace it.

Come to me and you need never know pain or fear again. Come to me willingly, and you can end this pointless conflict now and forever. Come to me before midnight in two days' time, and no one else need die because of your cowardice. Submit to my will, and understand. It's time, Harry.

Your schoolmates' lives depend on you obeying my command.



My name is Hermione Granger. I'm a muggleborn and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

You listen to me, Tom Riddle: YOU'RE NOT HAVING HIM. YOU'LL NEVER WIN. EVER.

Because every hour this goes on, we are gathering more and more support. Your reign started to decline on the first day it began, and now it's OVER. Even if you kill us, YOU CAN'T WIN.

But I'm sure you don't believe a worthless 'mudblood' and you'll be determined to try. So I'll say something else to the people who used to follow you:

I know you're frightened. No one wants to die. No one wants their friends to die.

Harry Potter is my friend.

If I can stand by his side in the face of murderers and maniacs, then so can you.

Or are you lower than a mudblood?

Or is it too risky to write?

Harry, have you taken care of the Horcrux yet? We've been waiting to find out if you want someone to come get it from the Hogsmeade safehouse.

Or did you destroy it in the Chamber?

Draco and I finally went to Dolores Umbridge's house to look for the diadem. That was an experience I don't think either of us wants to repeat--ever. It wasn't particularly dangerous--well, apart from one room that locked Draco in for a while, and I couldn't hear him calling--but anything you lot have been imagining about what her home must have been like, let me assure you, it was worse.

Only there weren't any cat or kitten things anywhere, which I thought was surprising. I mean, you know how when someone likes cats they often get given things with cats on, and she had nothing of the kind. And we still can't understand why she'd have a self-locking room with soundproofing spells, either, unless she shut herself in there from time to time to have screaming fits, and had some way of getting out that we couldn't duplicate.

In any case, we didn't find the diadem, obviously, or anything that even seemed like a horcrux. I did find all sorts of ledgers that were simply filled with notes on co-workers and professors and really almost anyone she knew, it looked like. Mainly she seemed to jot down ways in which she could do a better job. (Mr Snape, you'll be amused that one of the Hogwarts notebooks includes some observations on Milland's cleaning routines. Did she happen to ever suggest an alternative to Madam Skower's? Because it's in here. If you care, which I'm sure you don't, but there it is, anyway.)

By the way, I think she must have been raised by her father, because there were loads of photos of her as a girl and the same older wizard, but none of a mother.

Oh, and Sally-Anne, Draco was apparently looking for ways to get out of that bedroom and found the socks you knitted. We brought them back because we thought, you never know, they might make another excellent gift for someone. Professor Sandoval-Pennifold, maybe.

Draco,

We might be a few days working on things for the potion. Maybe longer, so it means you'd be going to Moddey alone to see Ragnik on Thursday. I mean, I might be able to go with you but probably not, I'd plan on going alone if I were you. All right? We've still got time and we're not even going to get the other goblins to help before Mrs Longbottom and Remus have their argument-thing with them.

Oh, meanwhile, though, I left a book for you on the landing. It's about lock-picking. Just in case they say no, even after Remus and Mrs Longbottom make the case.

Sally-Anne says that maybe Professor Dolohov figured out that Justin and Hydra are still in love and so he's letting Justin sit by Hydra's bedside out of kindness and he's not in trouble.

Do any of you believe that for a moment?

We should talk to the goblin at Moddey. What's his name? Ragnok. Ragnik.

About the bank, I mean.

So. I know we haven't actually seen much of each other, these last few days. Between your working on the boxes and my work with Mr Snape on the Sleeper research, it's really surprising how time goes. Are you going to spend much time at Grimmauld in the next day or two? I was thinking of giving Bea one more tea party before Tonks has her baby, just to take a bit of a break from it all.

I was also thinking...you told your father you'd visit. And you haven't yet. It's not the most pleasant way to spend time, I know, but...if you wanted me to go with you, and wait on the ground floor or something, I'd make time for that.

Unless you'd rather go with Sarah. Or maybe you were lying, I mean, just telling him that to keep him complacent, and you don't want to see him at all. Which makes sense, if it's too painful. I mean, I don't ever want to see

But if you wanted someone to go with you, for moral support, I could do that.

It's worse than we thought. Subject 2A was dead this morning when I came in. The body was cold. Subjects 3A and 4A are barely hanging on, it looks like. I've put them back in stasis to try to keep them alive while we figure out what's happening.

I knew one of us should have stayed here overnight. I'm sorry. I should have been here instead of breaking plates and cups and bowls and things.

I thought you'd all like to know that Edna Parsons and Craig Cantrell were picked up by the Sherwood band on Monday night.

They'd been camping in the forest for nearly a week. Ms Parsons had a go-bag ready and she said she'd read the papers on the 3^rd and suspected she had to run. She was just waiting for the anti-apparation wards that MLE had put over the area to be lifted. Before she could leave, though, Craig showed up.

He'd cared about Ellie, you know. He also read the papers--well, I mean, he said Mr Parritt likes to have his paper brought to him at breakfast, and since Craig puts together their meals and sets their table, he likes to read the paper quickly ahead of time. That way if there's anything that will upset the family, he's prepared.

So he saw that Doughty Conduit had been raided and he read about the arrests. And when it said that the Ponds' muggleborn had been among the casualties, he said something 'snapped' and he knew what he had to do. He put together breakfast and made up a list of groceries for Mrs Parritt. Then he told her afterward that he would have to go to Harrod's for the shopping, since he couldn't go to Laszlo's anymore. She gave him the money and he just left with it. Just walked out. He knew he'd have a couple of hours before they realised he wasn't back.

Somehow he got to Edna. I think maybe he and Ellie had had some private conversations, about what to do if he ever needed help and we weren't available for some reason. Edna lived right round the corner, after all, so if he'd come to Doughty first and couldn't find Ellie or Dora or Mr Lupin, she wasn't too far away. Well, he found her just before she was about to set off, so she side-alonged him away.

They've been warding their campsite, that's why Sherwood's people didn't scout them until a couple of days ago. They were being held and questioned in case they were impostors, but when I got here, Tim asked me about them and I vouched for them. Craig in particular knew things about Ellie that he couldn't have learned from your Grim Truth, Sirius. So they're safe now, for now, and they're supposed to talk to Mr Davidson sometime today or tomorrow about how they can contribute.

We're off to have a spot of lunch but I wanted to let you know they're here.