“What are you doing here at this hour in the morning, Harry Potter?” Mrs. Figg’s voice was clearly annoyed as she came forward into the threshold wearing a floral patterned dressing gown, floppy slippers and rag curlers completing the frumpy image of the older woman.

“I need to see Hermione.” “I will take you to St. Mungo’s by portkey after you have eaten and dressed. Please do realize that events are in motion, and you need to be prepared for Voldemort. I will begin your occulmency lessons as soon as poss…” Harry interrupted, “I see Hermione before I do anything, Professor.” His flat tone and calm voice made the determination behind the words.

In the last few days, so much had happened that his mind was still seeking to come to terms with all the changes and shocks. Always searching for a better solution for his problems but it seemed there were none to be found and Harry could not stop the wondering.