Chapter 19: Convolution

"Hermione?" Harry asked, relieved it was over. He studied her face, she was still. Too still. "Hermione! She's not breathing!"

Lupin helped Harry get her on her back, trying to revive her. "We must get her to Saint Mungo's immediately," he told Harry, scooping her up. Harry's shaking hands took hold of Remus' arm and apparated with them.

Albus and Snape were left to process what they had been made to do. Dumbledore wiped his brow. "Severus, we have to figure out what happened here."

He nodded, "Williamson is clearing the property, checking for additional wards and traps. Tonks took Bellatrix to the Ministry to interrogate her. I think we both know whatever Bellatrix chooses to reveal won't be the entire story or even the true story."

The pair stepped into the room where Hermione had been found. "This room had more protections than the rest of the house," Snape explained.

"These modifications are new. They weren't here a few weeks ago. There was someone else here. Someone working with Bellatrix. Hermione's chart revealed on at least one occasion, dual cruciatus curses hitting her at one time," Dumbledore revealed.

Snape winced. Silently walking to the table he examined the empty vials. Picking one up he noted remnants of silvery thread. "Memories. We might be able to piece some of these fragments together."

The sequential years noted on the vials were ominous. "Was she collecting memories?" Dumbledore asked, familiar with that particular quest. Finding the untouched vials in the cabinet he had a sinking feeling. "These dates, Severus. They're all from the time Voldemort was presumed dead. The amount of memories here… I think these were all Voldemort's memories. All his memories."

Snape wasn't entirely listening. He was studying the lantern on the table. It had an aura that was familiar to him. Reaching out with legilimency he saw flashes of Voldemort's life. Retreating with his mind, he also took a step back. "Albus."

Dumbledore turned around. Noted the fear. "What is it?"

"Who is it?" Snape corrected, pointing at the lantern. "I think that's Voldemort. A fragmented Voldemort."

"How is this possible?"

"Maybe she brought it from the past? We need to talk to Miss Granger. You must get someone trustworthy to secure this."

As Albus turned, he saw Tonks enter the room, giving it a once over as she worked kinks out of her neck. "Tonks, has Bellatrix been secured?"

"Yah. Williamson himself took her into interrogation. She'll be at the Ministry. What's that?" she asked, pointing to the lantern now in Snape's hands.

Dumbledore took it from Snape and turned his attention back to the Auror. "We're not entirely ready to say for sure, but if we're right, it might be the most dangerous thing in Great Britain. We need to get this someplace safe and isolated. Perhaps the department of mysteries has a vacant vault?"

Tonks eyed it suspiciously. As she took it, Dumbledore gave her a grave look. "Best not to apparate with it. Perhaps an Auror transport vehicle?" Satisfied the lantern and its contents would be in good hands he motioned to Snape. "Let's get to Saint Mungo's."

"Will you tell Harry we're all here for him and Hermione?" Tonks asked. "Tell him… just tell him I'll check in on him once everything is secured here. You'll have to go outside the wards to apparate. Williamson doesn't want us to disturb any of the remaining protections until we've documented everything first."

"We'll be in touch.," Dumbledore promised, leaving with Snape. Once past the threshold and the swarm of Aurors the pair apparated separately to the main entrance of the hospital. The didn't speak when they entered the building. The receptionist nearly covered his look of concern when Dumbledore requested the location of Hermione.

"She's on the fourth floor but is still in the emergency suite. Her fiancé and friend is in the waiting room outside the Janus Thickery Ward."

Albus knew the ward well. He also felt some sadness as he climbed the stairs. Hermione's guilt over fairing better than the Longbottoms may have been premature. They found Harry pacing the small room with Lupin looking on helpless. "How is she?"

Harry appeared to be barely holding it together. "They won't say. They got her breathing again straight away. Then they took her and said I couldn't follow them."

Dumbledore looked to Snape, "You should go and tell them she needs security. Don't let them kick you out."

A curt nod of determination was Severus' only response.

"What's going on? She's still in danger?"

"Harry, come sit. I'll tell you what I know. Which isn't much."

Sitting still appeared to actually cause the younger man pain. When Lupin reached out a comforting hand, Harry managed to force his body to stop it's perpetual motion.

"Bellatrix was working with someone. Hermione's medical chart was clear, there were points where she was hit with simultaneous cruciatus curses."

Harry thought back to Malfoy Manor. Remembering Hermione's screams and then remembering using several wands to subdue Draco. "Is it possible the person was using two wands at once?"

"No. The timing is clear one curse was cast, held while a second hit her."

"Who was it? Who's working with her?" he asked, unable to say the witch's name.

"We need to talk to Hermione. We haven't found a clue to their identity yet at the house. But Harry…"

"What is it?" He wanted to scream at the older man. After all these years, he couldn't tolerate being kept in the dark.

"We found an object. A lantern. Snape believes it contains what's left of Voldemort."

Harry thought he was ready for anything. He was wrong. "What do you mean what's 'left of Voldemort'? He's dead. I killed him."

"We need to see what information we can get from Bellatrix. I'm hoping Hermione might shed some light on what is happening. Her information will be more reliable."

"I want to talk to Bellatrix," Harry said with a flare of anger.

"That's not up to me. I think our primary concern is Hermione."

Before either could say more, Edmund Halley entered the waiting area with a hard look. Seeing Harry, his face softened a degree. "Mister Potter." The pair moved to stand, the healer motioned them to stay seated while he slid a chair in front of them with his wand. "I wasn't expecting to be seeing you so soon."

Harry winced. "Me neither. How is Hermione? Is she going to be okay?"

"She's stable, in serious condition. We've healed what we can for now. Her body needs time to recover before we heal anymore injuries. She has several stress fractures, torn muscles and tendons, her previous avulsion fracture was aggravated, there's a curse on her arm I'm not familiar with, we're calling in an expert," he said and paused. "The wound on her back is inflamed. She's not able to move her legs but she has some sensation. We think the inflammation is blocking some signals of her nerves to her muscles. I believe the paralysis is temporary."

Paralysis. The word terrified Harry. He couldn't accept any part of their current situation.

"The curse had been invasive. Removing it as soon as you did saved her life; however, it caused damage to other neurons resulting in significant weakness. This should be temporary as well. We won't know until we've healed everything we can."

"Is she conscious?" Dumbledore asked.

"She's in a light sleep, induced by a mild sleeping potion. Mister Snape has informed us that she could still be a target of those who did this to her and you need to speak with her? How critical is this? I would prefer she sleep to regain some energy. If we wake her now, we'll prolong her recovery at a critical time."

Harry looked from Halley to Dumbledore. He thought this feeling of losing control was over. Seeing the same pain mirrored in Albus' eyes, Harry understood he needed to make the call. "We need to talk to her for ten minutes. Can we wake her gently?"

Unhappy but understanding, the healer stood. "Come with me. This must be quick for her own good."

Harry followed Halley through the doors, trying to match his pace without being overbearing. He wanted to see Hermione for himself to make sure she was ok. They entered a private room. Snape was standing inside the door, wand out, alert.

Hermione was lying on her right side, motionless. Harry had to study her for far too long before he saw her chest rise and fall. He covered the distance between him and her bedside in three long strides. Sitting in a chair, he took her hand. It was cold. "Her breathing. It's not normal."

The healer shook his head while he measured out a teal potion. "It's the damage to her diaphragm. Her breathing is depressed as a result, but it's not affecting her oxygen saturation any longer. We're keeping an eye on it," he promised and placed a dropper in Hermione's mouth to administer the wideye potion. "When she wakes up, make sure she knows you're here and she's safe right away. Cases like hers, when paralysis is involved, it can result in temporary panic. We don't want her to hurt herself."

Harry nodded and leaned forward. He continued to hold her left hand while he brushed her hair back with his free hand. Feeling her fingers twitched he squeezed back. "Hermione, I'm right here. You're safe. Can you hear me?"

Her hand jerked. He held on.

A low groan left her throat. It was scratchy and he was certain her throat was sore from screaming. He closed his eyes, trying to forget the sound which had ripped through him while he held her during the curse removal. "Har… hmm," she struggled to form words, eyes still shut, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, Hermione, we're sorry to wake you but it's important. Can you hear me?"

"Harry?" she finally got the name out with tremendous effort. It took even more to finally open her eyes. She blinked several times, struggling to focus them. Tears welled up, a small sob escaped.

"Shh, you're going to be okay," he comforted her. Studying her legs it terrified him to think she might not be completely okay. "You with me?"

Finally, her resolve seemed to settle her, her pupils contracted and she held his gaze. Nodding she tried to shift to a more comfortable position and then looked down at her legs. "Harry…"

"Hey. Hey," he said, drawing her attention back to him. "We know you can't move your legs. Healer Halley thinks it's temporary. A result of swelling from the curse. Okay?"

For the first time throughout the ordeal she looked afraid.

Dumbledore took the moment to step in. He didn't want her to dwell on her condition. "Hermione. We are sorry to wake you, but we need to know who Bellatrix was working with."

Her breath caught in her throat. Her cold hand started to sweat.

"Steady breaths Miss Granger," Halley instructed. "Deep breath in, hold it. Good. Breathe out. That's it." He gave Albus a disapproving look and stepped back. Satisfied for now that she wasn't going to hyperventilate.

"Bellatrix is in custody. She can't hurt you," Harry said.

"Tom," she told them suddenly. "It's Tom."

Snape moved away from the wall. A flash of fear and confusion crossed his face.

"Voldemort. In the lantern?" Dumbledore asked, trying to understand.

She shook her head. Swallowing a lump forming in her throat. Tasting bile. "Tom Riddle. Not Voldemort."

"Tell us," Harry encouraged. "Take your time."

Halley scowled.

"Bellatrix. She used the gemino charm on Tom in the past. The night he killed his father," Hermione explained.

"How did she stabilize his body without a soul?" Snape asked. He seemed to be well versed in the problems with doubling a human.

"Well, he doesn't have an entire soul does he? One ninth of one though."

Everyone processed her words. Each coming to the realization at their own pace. Harry first, then Snape, then Dumbledore and finally Remus. None of them were willing to voice the revelation, yet she sensed they all understood.

"Well, he was the first horcrux so does that mean he has half a soul or are all the pieces diminished once new horcruxes are made?" she asked, her voice level and oddly clinical. Harry wondered if she was actually considering the academic question and hadn't meant for her words to be said aloud.

"He has Voldemort's memories now though," Snape said, thinking about the empty vials. "Most of them."

Hermione nodded. "He waited to add them to his own. He's been in his future long enough to learn the dark arts independently of Voldemort. Somewhere in Albania. He had a mentor. He thinks he's superior to his other half, but he's corrupted. Dark. More evil... if that's possible."

Harry thought about the necklace horcrux and how having it close made him feel. Strangely though, it was different from the horcrux that had been inside him. He thought so anyway. He hadn't known it was there until it was gone. More theory for another day.

"Adding all those memories. It unbalanced him each time. Months of new memories all at once. But he wouldn't stop."

"He didn't want the memories from Voldemort's years without a body?" Snape asked.

"He thought they were pointless."

Harry leaned back in his seat. His mind spinning. "If there are now eight horcruxes that means we didn't destroy them all. How did the tempus scriptum miss that?"

"I don't know if the paradox alone explains it. Bellatrix wasn't... Tom didn't trust her until he had all of Voldemort's memories. He just wanted to… he wanted to be alone with me."

It was Harry's turn to tense.

"Not like that," she hurried. "He knew about me. Not from memory right away. I just mean that I didn't get a chance to get much information from Bellatrix about how she accomplished this."

"Have we found the time turner she used?" Harry asked, horrified to think about it in the hands of Tom Riddle with a horcrux soul.

"Not yet," Snape said as he checked a message parchment.

Hermione and Snape shared a look. "You have to get the potion to work. Now more than ever," she said.

"I agree. I'll get back to our work as soon as we get you dedicated protection," Snape said.

"You have to go now. We can't be caught without a defense," she implored him.

"We should move her to a safer location, Severus," Dumbledore started.

"Absolutely not!" Halley came alive. "She's not going anywhere in this condition."

Harry was torn. She needed the medical expertise that could only be provided at Saint Mungo's; however, if Tom Riddle was on the loose, she needed to be somewhere with greater protections. "Shell Cottage. We can take her to Shell Cottage. Fleur Delacour is a talented healer. She's taken care of similar injuries and the protections from the war are still in place there."

"I know Miss Delacour. She did some volunteer shifts during the war. I'll talk to her and make sure she's able. I must insist on going with to make sure she has the potions and the knowledge to treat Miss Granger," Halley started and saw the skeptical look from Harry. "You can obliviate my memories of the location when I'm satisfied, but I won't release her until I know Fleur is prepared."

"I'll take them there and meet you back at the Ministry. I want a go at Bellatrix," Harry told Dumbledore.

As Dumbledore, Snape, Remus, and Halley started making their individual arrangements Hermione and Harry studied each other. "You're okay?" Harry asked as he leaned in and the activity around him faded into the background.

"I'll be okay. It could have been worse, Tom was preoccupied with the memories most of the time."

"Not long enough. I'm sorry it took so long to realize you were missing."

"Stop, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have gone off on my own like that," she said, her eyes drifting close.

Harry watched her give in to fatigue. Her muscles still had a visible tremor. Even her legs shook and he hoped that was a good sign. That her paralysis really was temporary. Albus stepped up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Bill is ready for you. Edmund wants to transport her in an emergency bus. They're not sure she can handle the pressures of apparition."

"An emergency bus?" Harry asked, having never heard of one. "Is it like the Knight Bus?"

"They've fixed the beds to the floor," Dumbledore explained. "Get her settled and then regroup with me at the Ministry. I sent Lupin to provide the Minister with a very brief report, I should go in and make sure he understands. If you wouldn't mind, ask Bill if I could impose myself on their hospitality tonight. I'd like to make sure…" his voice caught. "I just want to make sure she's safe."

Harry nodded. Halley stepped forward, a gurney levitating behind him. "There isn't a wheelchair we can use? She won't like being carted around like that."

"I'm afraid her hip will cause considerable pain if she's in a seated position. I know some low traffic hallways for staff only and we'll get her out without becoming a spectacle," he said and started a very gentle process of transferring Hermione to the gurney. She didn't wake. It was either a testament to Halley's practiced hand or her exhaustion.

Harry helped straighten her blankets, noting it wasn't just Hermione's hands that were cold. "Why is she so cold?"

"Her body is still in shock. Her body is protecting her major organs. We're keeping an eye on her core temperature," Halley explained, tapping a medical scroll in his hand.

Harry was grateful the healer was so observant. It was clear he was good at his job, which had been evident when he treated Hermione for the stab wound. Now, seeing him in his domain, Harry nearly considered calling off the transport. Fleur was trained, but she didn't have the decades of experience Halley clearly brought to the bedside. As they moved into the hallway, the healer took the lead, Albus and Snape flanked Hermione, leaving Harry to take up the rear. As promised, they exited the building without running into another person. A small bus was waiting for them. Harry looked at it skeptically. "This is a safe way to transport her?"

Before Halley could answer, several pops occurred behind him. Tonks stood with Remus and Kingsley. Harry expected Tonks and wasn't terribly surprised to see Remus was back, but seeing the Minister for Magic there, without his typical entourage was jarring. "Minister, are you sure you should be here? Alone?"

"I'm not alone, am I? I'm going to personally ensure the safe house is reinforced but we can't allow anyone outside the Order to know the location," he explained and looked at Halley. "Present company accepted, Edmund."

"We heal both sides, Kingsley. I couldn't join your club and stay objective," he said and busied himself getting Hermione loaded inside the bus.

Harry could tell there was a close friendship between the healer and the Minister.

"I'm driving," Tonks announced.

Remus laid a hand of warning on her shoulder, "Not a chance, love. I'm driving."

Having nothing to do to ensure Hermione was in safely, he joined Remus at the front. "You've driven, uh, a bus like this?"

"Of course, Harry. Sirius, James and myself all took turns driving the Knight Bus," he said nonchalantly.

"You guys worked as bus drivers?"

"Worked? Merlin no," he said with a mischievous grin.

Harry laughed despite the situation and found a spot out of Halley's way. He saw Dumbledore, Shacklebolt, Snape, and Tonks all had their wands out. With the Minister there, Dumbledore no longer had a reason to leave them to report in at the Ministry. The protection collected in the bus was a comfort. Harry took out his own wand and tried to settle in. The threat felt familiar; however, being on the inside was different. It gave him hope that they'd be able to stop Tom or Voldemort or whatever was trying to rise up. Not fighting the establishment, not trying to convince those in leadership of the truth was a relief. The very fact that Hermione's words were taken with such serious actions proved life was different. It brought tears up within his eyes.

Tonks sensed Harry's turmoil and moved to stand near him. "We'll get her there safe and Fleur will take care of her."

He nodded. "And then what?"

"Then we track down Tom Riddle and make him wish he was never created," Snape said harshly. Everyone, including Halley, looked at the dark haired wizard. "He's already done enough damage in his two lifetimes, he doesn't deserve a third."

No one argued the point. They all settled in around Hermione, looking through the windows, trying to spot any attack as the landscape screamed by. The drive itself was surprisingly smooth. It felt like they were coasting on a cushion of air. Harry couldn't rule out that was exactly what they were doing. Soon their acceleration seemed to slow and they stopped with an equally gentle glide. No jarring, no sliding, Hermione still sleeping.

Edmund looked to Harry, "You stay with her son while I talk to Fleur. I don't want to move her until we're sure this will work."

Kingsley and Dumbledore followed the healer while Tonks, Snape, and Remus exited, surrounding the bus.

Harry took her hand, she groaned. "Shh, Hermione. We're at Shell Cottage, we'll get you settled," he explained as the familiar sea air drifted into the bus.

"We're there already?" she asked, looking around.

"Yeah, Remus drove and the Minister is reinforcing the wards around the property."

"What? Kingsley?" she rubbed her face with her free hand trying to convince herself she was awake and heard Harry correctly.

"I guess you're a big deal," he said and stood. "Ready?" he asked Halley who nodded. Fleur rounded the corner and looked into the bus. The pair of healers levitated the gurney out and moved along the sandy walkway up to the cottage.

Hermione felt embarrassed by her weakness and tried to ignore the helplessness welling up. Surprised when they turned away from the stairs, she was ushered into a back bedroom on the first floor. She assumed she'd be taken to the same bedroom she recovered in the previous year. "No, Fleur, I can't take your bedroom," she said, realizing where she had been taken. Her protests were ignored as she was moved from the gurney to the large bed. Fresh clean sheets enveloped her, and a down blanket covered her.

"Shush, you can't be near ze stairs and zis room has a private bazroom. Bill and I will be fine upstairs," Fleur answered, clearly leaving no room for discussion. The Veela updated a medical parchment and consulted with Edmund. The older healer nodded with confidence and turned to Hermione.

"You're in good hands and I'll be checking in routinely. I'd like to come back Monday if that's okay with everyone.

Kingsley's deep voice caught Hermione's attention. "Of course Edmund. I'll bring you myself if necessary."

Hermione tried to reposition herself, wishing she wasn't in such a compromising position in the presence of the Ministry for Magic.

Fleur sensed the need and smoothly helped her into a more upright position against a sea of pillows. She was careful not to jar Hermione's hip or put too much pressure on the wounds on her back.

Halley nodded again, approving of Fleur's technique and bedside manner.

"Give us a minute?" Kingsley said. "Harry, stay."

The room cleared out.

"Lupin has explained to me what's happened. Is it really Tom Riddle?"

"At one point he was. I don't think that's who he is anymore. We have to find him," she said and looked down at her legs. "You have to find him. He's dangerous and unstable."

"Any idea where to start?"

Hermione paused to think. She knew the original Tom more than most people. She wasn't sure she knew this Tom. "He just got all of Voldemort's memories he was missing. I think he'll be curious to visit locations he now remembers. I don't know how to find out where those places are though. There's still much we don't know about Voldemort's movements. He said something about Albania, I think they were both there? It was hard to tell whose memories were whose after a while."

"Maybe we can ask him," Harry said. "If that's Voldemort in the lantern."

"Harry," Hermione warned. "That's so dangerous."

"I agree, Miss Granger, but we may not have a choice. Take care of yourself. I'll update you tomorrow."

"Go with him, Harry. I know you want to interrogate Bellatrix. I'm okay."

Harry was conflicted. He very much wanted to go but he didn't want to let her out of his sight.

"The wards here are the strongest possible," Shacklebolt said to him. "You might be able to get more out of Miss Lestrange than Williamson has. She'll want to boast with you, don't you think?"

"Remus and I will stay," Tonks said through the closed door.

Hermione was unable to suppress the laugh, but instantly regretted the action. Her hiss of pain didn't encourage Harry to leave. After a few moments, she seemed to recover. "Harry, I'll be okay. Go to the Ministry. We need to learn as much as we can. I'd go myself if I could."

Harry never wanted to allow Bellatrix near Hermione again; smartly he held his tongue. She was an adult and was capable of making her own choices. Standing, he nodded. Kingsley opened the door nearly causing Tonks to topple over.

"Very subtle, partner," Harry said. "You'll keep an eye on her?"

"We got her."

Hermione watched Harry leave and saw Remus and Tonks look in on her with Sympathy. She hated it.

"Need anything, Hermione?" Remus asked.

She couldn't stop the tears when she considered her state. "My legs back."

"Oh, love. You just need time to heal," Tonks said. Her maternal side crept in suddenly. She crawled in bed next to Hermione, and pulled her into her arms.

Remus closed the door, giving them privacy.

~~/~~

Harry stood on the other side of the interrogation room. The prisoner was magically secured to her chair. She looked defiant. Williamson came into the observation room.

He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You sure about this? You can't let your emotions interfere in there and she's going to try to push your buttons."

"Yeah. We need to know everything we can about Tom. Hermione won't be safe until we find him. No one will be safe. I can keep it together."

"Alright then. I'll be right here if you need me. Just give me a signal."

Taking one last deep breath, Harry walked into the small room.

Bellatrix looked up and smiled. "Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Did your girlfriend?"

"It sounds like we're not the only ones to cheat death. Tom Riddle. Lord Voldemort. You saved them both."

She laughed. "She's a tough one that mudblood. I'll give her that. Good for her."

Harry didn't take the bait. "You got a prototype time turner in 1996, used it to go back in time to kidnap Broderick Bode, who you convinced to help you modify the length of time you could spend in the past. You tried duplicating Voldemort in 1979. That failed. He told you about the horcruxes though. That must have come as quite a shock. Secrets… we don't keep them from the ones we truly love."

"He loves me!" Panic. It was taking over as Harry outlined details she had been certain were unknown.

"You created a paradox in 1996. Then you went back to 1943. Doubled Tom Riddle before his first horcrux. He's not the same though is he? A horcrux soul isn't really a soul is it?"

She stayed quiet.

"One question I have though. Did you anticipate that by creating the eighth horcrux you would save the original Voldemort from death a second time?"

Her eyes grew wide.

"You didn't know there were eight? Ah yes. We destroyed seven of them. He was supposed to die. But you made sure he was bound to this world. Cursed again to roam it without a body. You found him didn't you? We have him now."

She lunged at him, was stopped short by her restraints. "You let him go!"

"Hmm. You seem more attached to the old Voldemort. The new Tom isn't what you expected. What was your plan?" Harry asked as he tried to guess. The realization came to him. "You intended to let the old Voldemort possess the new one? Give him a body? Did you tell your plan to Tom?"

Now she looked scared.

"Ah, you didn't" he taunted. "Let me help you. Tell me where Tom would go. We'll go pick him up for you."

Her knee bounced nervously.

"Somewhere in Albania is my guess."

Her knee stopped. She was holding her breath.

"Some dark wizard there to teach a young wizard the dark arts? Secluded. Where a time traveling wizard wouldn't be found out and recorded in a Tempus Scriptum?"

Now she was sweating.

"I'll tell him you gave him up. That you always planned to betray him."

"Don't—" she stopped herself. Then leaned back.

"Tell me where to go in Albania and we won't destroy what's left of Voldemort. I destroyed five of the seven horcruxes. I know a thing or two about fragments of souls," he bluffed. He knew of course as long as a horcrux existed the fragment was safe. He was betting on Bellatrix not understanding how horcruxes work entirely.

"You won't destroy him?"

"I won't destroy Voldemort," Harry chose his words carefully. Given the chance he would destroy Tom Riddle and in turn Voldemort would lose his last tie to the mortal world.

"Tomorri Mountain in Albania. At the base of the mountain in a small valley lived an old wizard, Mergim Abaz. He was old in 1955. He's probably dead by now."

"What about the time turner? Turners? You have two now? After the paradox."

She tried to cross her arms definitely but was stopped by the bindings. It was clear she wasn't giving up details on that topic.

Harry left the interrogation room in a rush.

Williamson met him in the hallway. "I'll get a team together and we'll go tonight."

"I'm going with."

"Not this time, Harry. You need to take care of Hermione. Let us run this lead down. If she's doing better tomorrow, come in. We still have a lot to do up at the safe house and if we don't find Tom in Albania we'll need all hands on deck."

Knowing he was right, Harry didn't put up a fight. "Yeah, okay. I'll send Tonks back. She won't want to miss the operation tonight."

"You did good, Harry. We couldn't get anything from her," he told him and led him down to the atrium. "Hermione is somewhere safe?"

"She is, yeah. The Minister himself helped get her there. Checked the security."

"Alright then. If you need anything from us, we're here for you," Williamson said. "I need to talk to Director Blair. The international complications of performing a raid in a non-treaty country are going to be a problem."