Hermione stared at the letter in consternation.
"Who did you say wrote this?"
"I didn't," Bill shrugged. "Fleur found it in her pocket." A frown. "Sirius vouched for them, before he left." Bill nodded towards the hair and wand on the kitchen table. "Told us those belong to Lestrange."
"It's an odd feeling," Luna chimed, eyes trained heavenward, "forgetting a friend."
"Dobby not be forgetting."
Several eyes swung his way.
"Dobby be remembering his promises," he slaped his chainmaille. "And Miss be saving Dobby's life."
"..."
"..."
"...I think," Hermione mumured, reconsidering the leter, "we're breaking into Gringotts?"