Hermione Jane Granger

Our first group of Sleeper potion is ready for the field. Mr Davidson, we'll want plenty of people handy to help them assimilate and adjust when they wake up. Have your team made any headway in figuring out who they all are at the first site?

Mrs Longbottom, we've also prepared some restoratives and nutritional preparations to give them as they regain consciousness. Even with the stable stasis, they'll need to kickstart their metabolisms. If we can arrange for family members to be there, that would probably be helpful, too, but I don't want to wait to identify them before we start waking them up. It's going to be a long process.

What I'd like is for our Potioneer assistants, along with the Healers assigned to the project, and any Muggles who are going to help, to assemble in the first designated site. It was outside of Stirling, wasn't it? If everything goes according to plan, we can branch out, but we'll still want Healers in case of complications. And probably some soldiers in case something really goes wrong.

We've built up a considerable amount of potion stores and I estimate that if we maintain production at this rate, we'll be able to wake a further 200 sleepers every week while still putting up an additional 100 doses to increase stock. That way when the supply lines are straightened out and we're ready to really to revive the rest, we'll have enough.

Will Friday be enough time to put together the team? We'll need the the Stirling Secret Keeper to write down the secret so everyone can get there.

Are you about done upstairs? I've finished in the kitchen and there's definitely nothing here. Well, apart from the profusion of pink.

Anyway, I'm getting hungry. And tired. It was a lovely day, but we probably shouldn't have spent so long at the shore before looking for the house.

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.

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.

It's so quiet when Mr Lupin's off being a wolf, isn't it?

Have you found a good house yet? I was thinking that we don't want anywhere more than a mile or two outside the village, in case people have trouble Apparating. But far enough away that it's not obvious where we've gone. Maybe we could trek up round Upper Feldring and see what we find?

Oh, and I was reading some of Professor Dumbledore's notes about Tom Riddle. I think we should go to Little Hangleton, you know, just to have a look round and see if we can find anything there of interest.

Harry, I'm really glad you could leave Buckingham in time for the meeting yesterday. It was good to see you.

It was good to see everyone. It was just a little overwhelming, when so much has happened.

I've been thinking, maybe you could pretend to be interested in Voldemort's projects and so on, this summer, the same way some of the others have got close to Council members, and maybe that would help you figure out where his other Horcruxes are.

And then once we figure out where and what they are, we can destroy them.

Mr Lupin suggested that maybe reading the journals, and seeing everyone expressing their love and concern, would help how I feel. And of course Harry was worried about us, and I saw what you said. And Justin was kind, only I just don't know what to say in return, so I was just going to let it stand. (I noticed you hadn't replied, either, probably for the same reasons.)

Only there was this message from Jeremy Stretton and...oh, it wasn't condolences or checking to ask if I was all right or anything. Which was fine. I'm not--I mean, I don't want to talk about how I feel. I don't think you do, either do you?

But he offered me Mr Nott's wand.

Seriously.

Mr Nott's wand.

I told him to burn it.


Have you decided what you're going to do? Will you try to go back, and tell them it was all my doing? I wouldn't blame you if you did, you know. That's what I told Hydra to tell them.

I just--can't think beyond the next few minutes at a time. Brewing for Mr Lupin helped. I bet you felt better raiding the Ministry than anything else, too.

You don't have to reply. If you blame me for getting us caught, or for you having to ruin your life, I understand.

Before you and Luna go into the Forest, come and find me (I'll be in the secret room, most likely).

I think you should take the portkey that Mr Lupin gave me, in case you run into any trouble. If you have to, you can take it to get to their shop and then Floo back to Mr Snape's office.

If you don't use it, you can give it back.

Harry, I think Teddy may have been in here sometime today. I'm not sure when because I was in the Secret Room most of the day.

When I came back just now to eat my supper my cot was all turned upside-down and my things are strewn around everywhere.

I want to straighten it up to see if there's anything missing but maybe I'd better wait in case there's something you need to prove it was Nott?

I mean, I don't know who else would disturb my cubby. And it's not like they'd find anything important, because anything that's really important I keep in my bracelet or my bag.

Still. It's a safe bet he probably took something.

Mrs Longbottom asked me and Pansy to talk to the house-elves and find out what sort of magical compact binds them, in case we ever need them to work against a future Headmistress or Headmaster.

I tried to tell her that it just doesn't work like that. Isn't she pureblood? How is it possible she doesn't know that house-elves don't have written compacts? Or is it more that because she's a pureblood she's never even given a thought to what binds house-elves to their masters?

I mean, look at that miserable elf of Sirius's--he'd like nothing better than to stab Sirius in the heart and run to your mother, Draco--but he can't.

Now Pansy and I have to sweet-talk the elves to try to find out what the limits of their obedience are and it's a colossal waste of time.