Year Seven: Horcruxes
Hermione poked her head into the tent. "Harry, have you seen the Horcrux book?"
Harry shook his head. "Sorry. Did you misplace it? Have you looked in the fridge?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Very funny. What about you, Draco? Ron? Luna?"
There was a round of headshakes. Harry got a sinking feeling. "Hermione? When did you last see Alexandra?" He rose. "Or our prisoner, for that matter?"
The girl, noting a distinct lack of a certain Griphook slowly grew pale. "Oh. Fuck."
