"Well, that's the last of them," Ron said, tossing the last of the recovered files into the pile on his desk. "We've gone through them all and found nothing."

It had taken Harry and Ron nearly a month to go through all of the files by hand, and they had only come up with a handful of possible suspects for the leader that told the two wizards to attack the Ministry. And all of these leads turned out to be useless. In other words, they were back to square one in finding out about anymore of the attacks.

"That was a great waste of time," Harry sighed. He looked at his watch. "At least the others are due back with their reports from Albania in about an hour. Maybe they found Bertha's body."

"Hope so," Ron sighed. "I just can't believe that nobody in these files was our suspect. I mean, these were some of the most awful people on record."

"You're right," Harry said thoughtfully. "They were. All but one."

"What?" Ron asked.

"I didn't think anything of it when I came across it," Harry said, rummaging through the mountain of folders on his desk. "But now…"

"What are you getting at here, mate?" Ron asked.

"Here it is," Harry said, picking up a file. "Kate Dane."

"What's so special about her."

"Nothing, that's what's so interesting," Harry said. "I didn't even understand why she had a file; her crime was petty compared to all the others. Says she stole something this tiny little apothecary in Dover about thirteen years ago."

"That's it?"

"That's it," Harry nodded. "Nothing else on her record. All it says was that the storeowner filed charges, which is why she's got a criminal record. But, it doesn't say what she stole, either."

"So you think," Ron said slowly. "That this woman is the one who's controlling those two blokes who blew us up?"

"I don't think that it's her," Harry said. "But someone connected to her. Think about it; every other person in these records had huge criminal records. We knew pretty much all of them and what they did without even reading their files, and I'm sure most of the Ministry does as well, right?"

"Right?" Ron said, clearly still confused.

"So what good would destroying their files do anyone? Everyone would still know about them. But this woman, no one remembers her! If her file had gotten destroyed, she'd be off the radar!"

"Okay," Ron said, finally understanding. "So you think that somebody doesn't want us to figure out what she stole?"

"I think," Harry said. "That someone wants Kate Dane to be entirely forgotten. Come on."

"Where are we going?" Ron asked, jogging after Harry as he hurriedly made his way to the elevator.

"To see Hermione."

Once the elevator reached Hermione's floor, the two quickly set off to her office.

"Hermione," Harry said, opening the door. "We need your help."

"With what?" she asked, surprised at the sudden intrusion.

"We need to find out everything about Kate Dane."

"Kate Dane?"

"We think she might be connected to the attack somehow," Harry explained.

"How?"

"She's the only one who didn't have a notable record," Ron told her.

"Well, okay," Hermione nodded. "I'll try to have something to you within the hour."

"Great," Harry said. "Thanks, Hermione."

….

"Alexandra?" Alanna said, walking into the girl's dormitory.

"Yeah?" Alexandra called from her bed.

"Fred, James, Louis and I were about to go visit Hagrid," she said. "Do you want to come?"

"Not right now, thanks."

"Are you feeling all right?" Alanna asked, concerned. "You've been acting sort of strange these last few days.

"Strange? How?"

"I'm not sure, just sort of more…reserved."

"I'm fine," Alexandra said. "I just haven't been sleeping well."

"Maybe you ought to see Madam Pomfrey."

"No, I think it's just the stress of all the work we've been getting," Alexandra said quickly. "I just need to catch up on sleep. I was about to take a nap."

"Well, okay," Alanna said reluctantly. "We'll see you at dinner then."

Alexandra waited until Alanna had left the room before she got out of bed.

She had been spending the last three days since her encounter with Wretermoust avoiding company as much as she could. She was so shaken up by what he had said that she simply did not feel like talking with others.

Suddenly, the dormitory door opened again. Thinking it was Alanna again, Alexandra quickly got back in bed.

It wasn't Alanna, though; it was Tiffany Finnigan.

"Oh, you're here," Tiffany spat at Alexandra.

Alexandra didn't respond. She watched Tiffany open her trunk and rummage around in it.

"You know," Tiffany continued. "I noticed that you're friends with James."

"Yes," Alexandra said. "So?"

"Don't you think it's a bit nervy, to try and befriend the son of the man your dad and his family treated so bad."

"I've told you," Alexandra said, trying to keep from screaming at this girl. "My dad and Harry Potter have put all that behind them. They aren't enemies anymore."

"Or maybe, you're just hanging around him hoping he can help you get into the spotlight," Tiffany went on, standing up. "Everyone here knows his name, while nobody knows yours. Think hanging around with the Boy Who Lived's son will get you a bit of respect here?"

Alexandra could feel her blood boiling, and had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something she knew she'd regret.

Tiffany seemed satisfied with the rise she had gotten out of Alexandra and turned and left the dormitory.

Alexandra stayed in the dormitory through dinner, doing her homework on her bed. She was feeling tired and her head was hurting, so she pulled on her nightgown and tried to sleep.

Since seeing Wretermoust in the Room of Requirements, she hadn't gotten a full, undisturbed nights rest, and she was hoping that tonight, she'd finally be able to do so. But, alas, at around three in the morning, she was awoken.

At first, Alexandra thought that it was just like every other night she was lurched out of sleep, but she noticed that the lights had suddenly gone on, and the others girls were up as well.

She heard a scream, and realized that was what must've woken her up.

"What's going on?" she asked sleepily.

"Oh my goodness!" Grace exclaimed, running over to Tiffany's bed. "She's hurt!"

Alanna and Alexandra rushed over as well.

Tiffany was clutching her abdomen. Her nightgown had a large, red stain on it, and it was getting bigger by the moment.

"What happened?" Alanna asked Tiffany.

"I-I don't know!" Tiffany gasped, clearly in a lot of pain. "I just felt this sharp pain, like I was being sliced with a knife."

"I'm going to go get Professor Longbottom," Grace said, her face stricken with fear.

"Here," Alanna said, grabbing a towel from the table by the window and pouring some water on it. "Put this over the wound."

Tiffany took the towel, and grimacing, placed it over the gushing gash on her stomach.

"What's going on?" Neville asked urgently, clambering into the room, his dressing down thrown sloppily over his pajamas.

"She just woke up screaming, and we found her like this," Alanna told him.

"She needs the Hospital Wing," Neville said. "Can you walk, Tiffany?"

"I-ow! No."

"Here, I'll take you then," Neville said, picking her up. "Grace, please go wake up Madam Pomfrey. Her room's the first door on left across form the Hospital Wing."

Nodding, Grace followed after Neville and Tiffany.

"What-What do you reckon happened?" Alexandra asked Alanna.

"I have no idea," she replied. "She-She'll be okay, though. Madam Pomfrey will fix her up. Come on, let's try to get back to sleep."

Alexandra nodded, and climbed back into bed. As she was pulling her covers back, she felt something underneath, though. She looked, and saw it was her wand.

But, she always kept her wand in the drawer of her bedside table, what was it doing here?

Alexandra was about to put it back, when she noticed that it was pointing directly at Tiffany's bed.