Twenty-four hours had passed since Harry had learned of his godfather's resurrection and Hermione's pregnancy, both events leaving him feeling shocked and out of sorts. He'd given their ward around the clock Auror security, the secrecy of their situation of the most importance. Harry had barely slept over the course of the previous day, between his worries over the situation at the hospital as well as having two sick children under the age of three at home, he'd found himself working on little more than three hours of sleep.
"Harry, you look dreadful," Kingsley commented as he made his way into the Ministers office, that afternoon.
"I'm fine," he breathed, rubbing at his eyes with a closed fist, he took a seat opposite his old comrade and supressed a yawn.
"Your no use to anyone if you aren't sleeping," Kingsley spoke quietly.
"James and Albus kept us up last night, but I am okay," he told the Minister, Kingsley nodded.
"So why are you here Harry," the Minister asked, holding out a tin of biscuits to him, Harry took a piece of shortbread.
"Head Unspeakable Crank won't share what they discovered in Hermione's office when the Unspeakables were searching for clues on how she brought Sirius back from the dead. They say it's all confidential and the information they brought to St Mungo's is that redacted that it is useless. If we don't know how she did it or what happened, we can't help either of them," he told the Minister seriously.
"I see," Kingsley nodded, "how are Hermione and Sirius doing," he asked thoughtfully, he'd been informed of the situation the previous day.
"Neither have woken, potions and spells aren't working to bring them round, the healers say both of their magical cores are drained and that they are experiencing symptoms such as a fever and seizures without any obvious signs of a cause. These aren't good for Hermione's baby," Harry responded, his voice worried.
"It's a difficult case for you, the line between professional and personal is muddled, I understand your frustration and concern Harry however a Unspeakables work is secret, they take vows of secrecy when starting their profession and take that secrecy seriously," Kingsley spoke.
"I know that, but the vows aren't the same as an Unbreakable Vow are they, besides you are the Minister, surely you can overrule Crank and get us the information we need. Three lives are at risk here," Harry pleaded.
"I can speak to him and go through the official route of requesting information from the department, but it is a timely process, I will of course do this, but might I suggest searching Hermione's home for information in the meantime," Kingsley spoke quietly.
"She has a diary," Harry said, remembering the bound leather journal he'd seen his friend writing in many times before.
"Then begin there Harry," the Minister said, as Harry rose to his feet.
"Thank you, Kingsley," he said politely as he made to leave.
"Try and get some rest Harry," were the Ministers parting words to him as he exited the office with the intention of searching Hermione's home.