"Look we'll make some notes. You go and talk to… some of the others, see if you can get a few more helping. Longbottom can put together a greenhouse, Harry may not have access to potions ingredients if he doesn't take them with him." Angelina said.

"Thanks, guys." Hermione left the common room in search of Neville and Luna.

The next morning, Hermione entered the Ministry alongside Kingsley, quietly talking about what Hermione and her recruits had come up with.

"Look, I think it would be better to tell Harry what they've put of the lists." Kingsley said. "He may have a few more ideas."

"His ideas tend to scare me." Hermione admitted.

"Well, you have to admit that they also scared you-who-who and his followers, too."

"Oh, yes, that's one reason Ron and I followed him."

"And this time… it's not our lives on the line, but it is his. Give him a chance, you have no idea what he's thinking, just yet." Kingsley cautioned.

"Fine." Hermione nodded.

A few more minutes of walking and they reached the hospital wing and the room that Harry would stay in until the healers were happy with his condition. A lone trainee standing guard at the door, greeted them and quietly opened the door.

"Mr Potter is up and about, the healers have been in and left him a potion, in preparation for the start of his treatment." The young witch reported.

"Thank you, trainee." Hermione gave her a brief smile as she passed entered the room.

"Thank you, trainee Laurence." Kingsley nodded to the trainee.

"Morning Mione, Kingsley." Harry was sitting at the table alongside a bed, a sheet of parchment in front of him. "Mione, come check me. See what else needs to go on this list."

"Good morning, Harry. I met with a few people from the D.A. last night and we worked on a list, too. Let's compare and see how we went." Hermione sat beside Harry while Kingsley sat on the foot of the bed.

"Great. Clothes were the top of my list." Harry said.

"Same here. But we think it should wait until the healers are done with you. I know you need clothes, but I think you should only get a couple of changes until the healers are finished. They did say that your height and build could be altered as a result of their treatments." Hermione reminded him.

"Oh, yeah I forgot that."

"We didn't. Once the healers are done with you, then get clothes. Or at least get measured for them. Alicia and Justin will go shopping for you in the muggle world and get muggle style clothes. Neville and Lee will see to the wizarding clothes. Bill will see to battle robes." Hermione laid her lever-arch folder down on the table and opened it to the first section. "We plan on covering everything, Harry. Underwear, sleepwear, gym clothes, casual stuff, even a few changes of semi-formal and formal wear. I spoke with the Unspeakables after I left you, yesterday. They think you're more likely to end up in an alternate universe, rather than a parallel one. That being the case, they think that there's a strong chance that what you take with you is all you will have, as far as magic is concerned. Potions ingredients, books, tools, plants, animals and equipment that have a magical use, I mean. Their research so far, points towards a more primitive civilization, technology-wise. More like the wizarding world, as opposed to the muggle world."

"So, don't bother trying to take a TV, huh?" Harry tried to lighted the mood.

"Exactly. So, we're looking at a potions' lab, with a fully stocked ingredients store and a fully stocked apothecary cabinet. A greenhouse for fresh herbs and if necessary, vegetables. A library, we've asked Professor Flitwick, who is the new headmaster, if we can have the Potter library that Dumbledore took, to send with you. McGonagall mentioned taking the Black library from Grimmauld Place and raiding The Junk Shop for all their books and seeing what The Old Bookshelf will sell us. Luna and Padma are doing the library, with assistance from Michael Corner and Terry Boot." Hermione laid a sheet of parchment with a carefully written-out table on it, in front of Harry. "See." She pointed to the first row. "Clothes, muggle, Justin and Alicia. Clothes, wizarding, Neville and Lee. Battle robes is Bill. Library is Luna, Padma, Michael and Terry. Potions, ingredients, completed potions and apothecary store is under the watchful eye of Madam Pomfrey. Greenhouses are Neville and Fleur. Stationery is Su Li and Kevin. Broomsticks and associated equipment are being done by George and Angelina. Household stuff is being handled by Kreacher and he'll have lots of help, he's in charge, but he got a kick out of the idea of being able to order witches and wizards about. And I've got about fifty names of people that want to help, that I haven't got to, yet."

"Oh, good grief…" Harry sighed.

"Oliver Wood has a car… or well, a van, I should say. He's going to do the driving for the muggle shoppers. They'll hit a few Tesco's and some Sainsburys, a couple of each, every few days. We don't know where you're going to end up, so we don't know what food you'll have access to. We thought that it would be easier to just stock up and put everything under stasis charms." Hermione shrugged.

"Yeah, I can see that." Harry nodded.

"I've got a rough list of pocket-spaces we'll need but I know that there'll probably be more." Hermione sighed. "What we're aiming for is… When you enter the veil, you'll wear combat fatigues, not battle robes, but pretty close, save the robes for dire emergencies. You'll have a rucksack on your back, in one pocket will be a shrunken broom. In the rucksack will be a shrunken trunk, a tent, a shrunken stasis box, holding a week's worth of food, and a mixed magical/muggle first aid kit."

"That sounds fine." Harry hummed.

"And the trunk? That will have two compartments. One will be massively expanded and the other will be only slightly larger. The smaller compartment will have a selection of stuff, potions, food, blankets, gold, books and clothes. The larger compartment will actually be a room. At this point, we're thinking of about ten-by-twenty feet, but that might change. It will have pocket-spaces on most walls. A bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a laundry, a potions' lab, storage rooms, a greenhouse and a garden. However, if we go with a Professor's idea, that garden will be very large. More of a paddock than a garden, something big enough for you to fly in."

Harry smiled. "You know me so well."

"I do. Which is why I've asked George and Angelina to get a you some brooms. The firebolt from Sirius is special and you should keep it that way." Hermione smiled back. "The only other thing is… McGonagall suggests that you talk to her or Croaker and get some lessons on doing your animagi transformation. Forty-five days isn't very long, but if that's pretty much all you're concentrating on, you can do it." Hermione said.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that."

"And the rest? How do you feel about me organising the rest? It's your gold I'm spending."

"I'm good with that. Spend as much as you like. Just don't forget to leave some for yourself."

"There's one other thing I need to talk to you about." Hermione threw up a muffliato. "Teddy."

"What about him?"

"Tonks' mother wants nothing to do with him. Kingsley went to see her and tell her about Tonks, and she told him to take Teddy, that she didn't want a werewolf's spawn in her house. She went all pureblood about it." Hermione whispered.

"Where's Teddy now?"

"At Hogwarts. Katie Bell's looking after him, she was bitten by one of Greyback's pack and is in the hospital wing. You're his godfather and I'm his godmother. I've agreed to take him, he deserved to be loved, Harry." Hermione gave a sad smile, leaving out that she was talking about taking him into the trunk, along with his father.

"And you will. But… what about Ron? I can't see him wanting to be a father at seventeen."

"Ron? No. Ron tried ordering me around, yesterday. That put an end to anything we might have had. Teddy just reinforced that." Hermione held up a hand. "No, Harry. I'd already come to that decision before Kingsley brought Teddy to Hogwarts. I am not a trophy and I will not be forced into being one. If and when I marry, my husband will respect me, he will know better than to try and order me around."

"You'd think he'd know better by now." Harry shook his head. "How's George doing?"

"Rough. Fred's… Less than twelve hours and Molly's already been at George to sign the shop over to Percy. The family went back to the new Burrow and they didn't even realise that George didn't go with them. He stayed with the quidditch girls and Lee."

"Aw, no. That's not… Now, if only you could put George in that trunk, along with everything else, Mione." Harry muttered.

"I wish… I'd be the first person booking a space, I'm your sister, I get priority." Hermione laughed, only half joking.

"Wouldn't that be fun? Getting to take George, Mione and Teddy with me." Harry gave her a loopy smile. "Ooh, the potion's kicked in, ni-i-ice…" The last word was a long drawn out sigh of bliss.

"Harry?"

A healer entered the room. "Oh, good timing, huh?" He grinned as Hermione looked around at him. "That potion is a magical version of 'happy gas'. We have to do a couple of pretty nasty things to him, before we can start to repair the damage. We'll be keeping him knocked out for at least four days, more likely five. Once the curse-breaking team is done, we have to vanish his bones and some nerves and regrow them, we can only do a couple at a time, hence the four or five days. And now that the potion's kicked in, you won't get anything sensible out of him. Sorry, we couldn't wait, some of his bones are in a bad way, he needs as much time to recover as we can give him." The healer explained.

"Oh, I see. Thank you for explaining." Hermione turned back to a Harry that was grinning and rocking his head from side to side, listening to music only he could hear. "Harry? Kingsley and I are going to go, we'll speak to Croaker and see how much we can get started on. I'll pop in each morning to see you. Okay?" It was automatic for Hermione to explain her acts to Harry.

"Hmm… A trunk of Hermione and George… maybe I should ask if I can have Buckbeak… ooh Norberta… Fluffy… Fang…Fevvil… rura… arrrie…" Harry's voice dropped to an indistinguishable level, while his eyes closed, and he slumped back in the chair.

"Oh, wow…" Hermione tried not to laugh. "I have to share that. Harry on happy gas, Moony will wet himself laughing."

"Out, Hermione, out." Kingsley was no better.

"Yes, out." The healer laughed with them. "The rest is not pretty. Pop in, in the morning, we can give you an update, but he'll still be out. I understand that the trainees have taken over his guard duty to free you up to get things done while he's with us. Someone will be with him, twenty-four hours a day, don't fret. We know what we're doing."

In the DMLE bull-pen, Williams let them get a mug of tea, before he told them that the Unspeakables had requested their presence, immediately. Kingsley sighed.

"Aw, crap, what now?" Hermione moaned.

"No idea." Williams shook his head. "But if it had been life threatening, Croaker wouldn't have left a message, he'd have gone after you himself."

"There is that." Kingsley nodded.

"Alright, let's go." Hermione pulled herself to her feet. "I got more rest while I was on the run from the bloody Death-Eaters." She muttered as she stalked towards the lifts.

Five minutes later, they sat in Croaker's office.

"I understand the healers are knocking Potter out for a few days while they deal with his injuries?" The Unspeakable said.

"Yes, they've already started." Hermione nodded.

"We've had a complication, Croaker. Not with Harry, but at Hogwarts." Kingsley cut in before she could add more.

"What happened?"

"Stop, Kingsley, stop. Croaker works for the Ministry, you can't tell him, you know what will happen." Hermione was frantic.

"Hold on, that's not quite right. I do work for the Ministry, but the DoM is outside the Ministry's laws, in a far as what we can do. But in this particular case? Miss Granger, I was assigned… by myself as head Unspeakable, admittingly… to Potter's case. The Wizengamot ordered that we assist Potter. And one of the things he wanted was the trunk."

"Yes, but-"

"But... is the right word. We are to assist you in preparing that trunk."

"Yes, but-"

"And how did Mr Potter describe that trunk?" Croaker asked.

"A trunk containing anything that Hermione Granger thinks I may need." Hermione answered promptly.

"Exactly, Miss Granger, exactly." Croaker nodded. "A trunk that contains anything you think he may need. And that is what we will help you provide."

"I don't…"

"If you think Potter's going to need a broom, then we will see that a broom is in the trunk. Likewise, if you think that he needs a hundred-acre pocket-space, then we'll see to a hundred-acre pocket-space. Or a potions lab. Or a quidditch pitch. If you think it should be in the trunk, then we'll see that it's in the trunk." Croaker tapped the table with each thing he listed.

"Oh… okay…" Hermione breathed out before sucking in another breath. "There are survivors from the battle, but with the current Ministry laws, they'd be executed or have their magic bound. All up, there could as many as thirty people, maybe even more. Some of them the Ministry already thinks are dead. Some if the public found out about them, they'd be lynched. Others are muggleborn orphans. And the rest are either unregistered or broke their conditions of registration. And a few that just won't let the others go without them."

"Oh, hell…" Croaker muttered.

"Exactly. We want to send them with Harry. And me, too." Hermione added.

"I see. So, what exactly do you need?" Croaker asked.

"I need a large pocket-space. You mentioned a hudnred acres? That would be perfect. We could buy some of those ready-built houses and put our people in them. Make a small, completely self-contained settlement. All in Harry's trunk."

Croaker blinked and thought about that. "That… that might actually work…" He mused. "You'd need… houses, yes. But also, a place for a hospital, a commissary, gardens, warehouses… It'd be a lot of work to get established."

"I've got people to hide, they can do that." Hermione shrugged. "As long as my shoppers can get the supplies and materials, they can put things in place."

Kingsley stuck out his chin as he nodded. "That would keep them busy and involved."

"I'm thinking, that I divide people into five categories." Hermione pulled out her lever-arch folder again. "One, the general public, they know that I'm putting the trunk together for Harry, but nothing more. Two, the public shoppers, they do the shopping, here in the wizarding world and out there in the muggle world, too, but they aren't aware of too much in the way of details. If I can spin it right, they'll be involved in the purchase of houses and tents that will mostly be used by those that lost their homes to the Death-Eaters, or while the school is being rebuilt. Three, people that are going with Harry, but the general public aren't aware of that, people like George Weasley, Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Justin Finch-Fletchly, to name a few. They will send product to the fourth category, which is people that we are hiding, but that the people in category three know about. Katie Bell, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Colin and Dennis Creevey." She showed the table of shoppers, who was responsible for what. "And the last category are Remus Lupin, Snape and Fred. Only Madam Pomfrey and Professors McGonagall and Flitwick are aware of them. Excluding us three, of course."

"Oh, my…" Croaker gasped quietly. "Yes, yes, I can see where you're going. Well done. It's going to cost a lot."

"Harry's not worried. The Ministry's already set up a disaster relief fund. We'll add to that and just redirect a few things." Hermione smiled.

"Yes… The Ministry have requisitioned a hundred-and-fifty ready-built houses and fifty tents." Croaker told them.

"So… we increase that to two hundred-and-twenty houses and one-hundred tents. We siphon off fifty houses and twenty tents." Hermione shrugged.

"And in the meantime, I'll get my people working on pocket-spaces. How many do you need? And what types of spaces? I can get you a hundred-acre space, but it won't be established. You might be better going with a smaller one, let me work on it."

"Fine. Other than one to put the buildings in… We need standard ones for the trunk. Actually…" Hermione began to hum in thought. "I'm wondering if... if houses are the right way to go…? Justin mentioned that we should all have a trunk like Harry's, with all the things in it that his does, just not the hundred-acre-space."

"Look, if you're going to do this, do it properly. Think big. Have both. In Potter's trunk have the hundred-acre-space and all the other spaces. But in the other people's trunks, only have the other spaces." Croaker huffed.

Hermione's eye widened. "But… that's going to cost so much…"

"Not really." Croaker argued. "The ready-built houses come in different sizes and configurations. Think about who's going and what they're going to need and choose accordingly. We'll make the trunks, here. You've outlined two compartments." Croaker tapped his finger on Hermione's description of what she thought Harry's trunk should be like. "We make the trunks, fit the pocket-spaces and where necessary add the charm-work. You give each person a trunk and tell them to outfit it. At the same time, the RB house you got them will be placed inside the hundred-acre-space, in Potter's trunk. Some of the RB's will be warehouses, at least one each for food stuffs, for other household products, homewares, clothing, furniture, potions ingredients, greenhouses, brooms and quidditch stuff. Another will be a library with space for a classroom, as you mentioned muggleborn students, they need to finish their education. Exams don't matter, but they need to know how to do things, how to control their magic. Another for a hospital, that's always important. Pity you haven't managed to get a nurse or healer on your list, but if needed, we can supply you with a pensieve and pensieve lessons."

"Oh…"

"The RB's vary in price, but you're not going to need manors, small cottages will work for the most part, maybe not for the library, hospital and warehouses, but certainly for the personal houses. A standard, two bed, one bath, kitchen, laundry, living room cottage is about ʛ10,000. Expensive, but not when you consider what you get. A house that can be shrunk and moved, relocated to almost anywhere, they don't even need a flat surface, the supports will telescope out until the house is level. Look, you said there were thirty-odd people wanting to go?"

"About that, it could go up, but that's the base number." Hermione hedged.

"Then get houses, at least forty of them, more if you can afford it. At least ten warehouses, the library and hospital." Croaker advised. "That gives you some leeway in case numbers climb."