I whined and exited out of yet another useless website. God, why were so many of these websites about people who had been involved in the war and not about Voldemort?

Of course, I could always ask my parents, but…they might suspect me. That wouldn't be good. I could always lie and say that it was for a school project, but they knew that I was a procrastinator and that I always finished my projects the day before it was due.

Lying would do me no good.

"Blaise!" I called wearily. "Come here and help me research."

My twin appeared behind me, leaning over my shoulder. "Why should I?"

"Because I covered for you when you skipped school that one day with Draco. I could have easily told Mom and Dad."

"I hate you." He said, but he looked at the screen and started spouting off suggestions. When an hour later we hadn't found anything, I gave up.

"Okay! We have to use our last resort." I got up from the couch and marched upstairs, Blaise trailing behind me.

"Dad?" I called. "I need your help!"

Dad poked his head out from the kitchen, where he was pulling on his coat. "Yes, Hermione?"

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.

"I have to go pick up your mother, then we're going out to dinner. You're on your own." He said, plucking his car keys out of his pocket. "Whatever you need help with I'm sure can wait."

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I said as he walked out the door. "Well," I sighed. "There goes my last resort."

Chris trudged down the stairs, sleepy-eyed, hair tousled from his nap and yawning.

"Hey, guys," he said, stretching. "What's for dinner?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Whatever's easy to make, I guess."

I moved into the kitchen and searched the pantry, finding a box of spaghetti in the back. I pulled it out and found a pot, filling it with water and dropping it onto the stove. I turned it on and hopped up onto the counter, swinging my legs as I waited for the water to boil.

"So?" I said. "What should we do? We need to learn more about the war."

Chris scratched his stomach, yawning again. "Have you tried the internet?"

I glared at him. "Of course I tried the internet. Do you think I'm stupid?"

My older brother chose not to answer that question.

"Well," Blaise said. "We could try to corner Dad at the time he's most likely going to answer our questions without suspicion."

"Great idea," I said sarcastically. "But Dad's always working now. Then he's either at the Malfoy's or sleeping."

"We'll get him before he's asleep. Right when he's lying down. If we do that, he'll be too tired to resist us." He said.

I stirred the noodles, staring down at my socks. "We can try it," I agreed finally. "But I don't think it will work."

"Great!" Chris said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a nap to take."

"You just took a nap." I pointed out. He raised his hands defensively.

"I know that! But staying up all night with you is not easy, okay? I need my sleep!"

"Whatever." I sighed, ignoring my brothers. Isn't it funny how things could always work out one way, while there's always the chance of them working out completely different?

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! But I felt that you guys who are still reading this story and like it could use an update. And truthfully, if I waited for more inspiration for this chapter, you wouldn't get another update for a couple years.