"I've done it!" Hermione whispered loudly, bursting into the room.
"Bloody hell!" Ron cried. "I could have been changing."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, Ronald, because last time I checked, it's not at all weird for a guy to watch another guy change."
Ron turned red, but Harry paid him little attention. "You found it?" he asked Hermione, his eyebrows raised. "How?"
Hermione looked smug. "Never mind that, it's all in this folder. Birth record, school records, medical records. It's amazing what the ministry will give you when…oh, never mind."
Harry was dying to know how Hermione had gotten all this information from the ministry, but Alexa was more important.
"Did she die?" he asked.
Hermione dumped the folder onto Ron's bed ("Hey!") and flipped through the papers. "No death record," she said. "But…look at this! She was checked into St. Mungo's twelve years ago!"
"So?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.
"She never checked out."
