While the issues are still there I've decided I'm going to try and power through and keep uploading where I can, which will also hopefully encourage me to keep writing because this has affected my productivity unfortunately, but I also want to let it be known that this story is also available on AO3 without all of the issues that are plaguing this site at the moment. It's there under the same title and same author name so should be really easy to find if you have missed out on any chapters since Chapter 34.

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The dining table of the Burrow had been commandeered as a large map of England was spread out across the surface, with Leo placing the seventh and final pin down in an area just outside of Baverstock. "Are you sure she's agreed?" He asked Bill Weasley, as the eldest of Molly's children sat opposite him with his arms folded, inspecting the plans himself.

Bill nodded at the question. "Muriel will moan and complain for a long time no doubt, but she's agreed." The elder man leant back in his chair and sighed in relief. "So that's it?"

Leo co. "Seven groups will all fly away from Little Whinging in seven different directions towards a predesignated safe house." He then listed them off, pointing to each one. "Kent, Essex, Sussex, Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire and then two in Wiltshire."

"Where pre-arranged Portkeys will have been set up, eventually bringing everybody here to the safety of the Burrow." Bill completed for him. He furrowed his brow for a moment, seemingly looking for flaws in the plan, though eventually he relented and nodded. "It sounds good to me."

"Will Moody go for it?" Leo asked, an air of hopefulness in his tone as he desperately wanted to get things perfect for that night.

"I'll personally see to the defences of each safehouse before we leave to collect Harry." Bill began. "The only issue will be finding the transport, but I'm sure between us all in the Order we will manage to get enough together. I don't see why this won't be agreed."

It was the sentence that Leo had been waiting to hear as three full days of planning had gone into his proposal. He had worked tirelessly on which safehouses would be needed; the routes taken to each safehouse and when the best day for trying this mad plan would be. The meeting tonight would be his first major involvement in the Order and he wanted to ensure that everything was right for it and so had managed to convince Bill to listen beforehand. "Thanks, Bill." Leo said, relief evident in his voice.

"You've done good here, Leo." The Weasley grinned, before his face fell more serious. "How's your Dad doing?"

Leo's own mood soured. "Better." He said shortly, though that was a stretch. Sirius was definitely drinking less than he had been, but the amount of empty bottles in their kitchen continued to grow and his go to way to try and hide his drinking had ended up with the result of Leo being able to recognise an air freshening charm from around 50 yards away now.

His face hid nothing as Bill nodded in recognition. "I'll get Remus to have a word, or failing that, Alastor."

"Should I be keeping more of an eye out?" Leo asked quickly, before he could really think about it. He took a breath as the trustworthy Weasley listened on, and Leo felt comfortable enough to open up. "We had a duel… sort of, the day before we had to leave Grimmauld Place. It was barely anything… but…" He trailed off, not really knowing what to say. "We've not really spoken much since moving… I've had my projects and he…"

"He shouldn't be raising his wand at you in any case." Bill said quietly, his frown saying more than his words ever could. "Not when you are grieving too."

Leo simply nodded. "I don't know how to talk to him. I've only known him for what… 18 months? I feel awful for thinking it because I don't really mean it at all, but it would almost be easier if it were the other way around… if Mum had survived and Dad…" He trailed away again, not wanting to vocalise his thoughts there.

"I understand you." Bill nodded, thankfully keeping Leo from speaking the words out loud. "Listen to me though. Though you've not known each other properly for long, you have a bond there that nobody else can match. He loves you more than you can realise, the way he speaks of you to all of us here in the Order, how proud he is. That person is still inside somewhere, he's just too buried in grief right now. Imagine right now, that it was Hermione that had died." Leo looked up at him alarmed, and noticed the slight smirk on the Weasley's face. "You've both been pretty good at keeping it hidden, but I can tell. Imagine that was her, and she was all you felt you had left in the world, and all of a sudden she's gone. That's what it's like for Sirius right now. Mary was his one tether to normality, to a life where Azkaban could have simply been a bad dream but now she's gone. Remus is starting his own life so he doesn't want to fall back on him, and you're his kid, he can't use you as an emotional crutch." Bill held his hand up to stop Leo from arguing. "You might think you're ok with that now, but you go off to Hogwarts again in a couple of months. After that, he feels like he's on his own."

"He won't be." Leo said, unconvincingly.

Bill nodded, leaning over to squeeze Leo's shoulder. "He won't be." He repeated. "But right now, that's how he feels. So no, he shouldn't have raised his wand at you, but Azkaban messes with your mind, he just needs to find that place where he can function properly and that will take time. It might be easier for you if it had been Mary that survived, you might feel whatever you feel towards Sirius right now, but at the end of the day, you will be there for each other, I know it."

Leo let that settle for a moment as he thought on his feelings. He knew he loved his Father, that was definitely clear and had been for a while, and he knew Bill was right in what he said, but the mention of it taking time was what resonated with him the most, despite any thought of the future terrifying him to his core. "Thanks Bill." He said once again.

The Weasley smiled, rising to his feet. "I best make sure Fleur and Mum haven't killed one another. Trust me, if you do ever marry Hermione, don't have an elaborate wedding, just elope or something." He grimaced, but looked down at Leo one final time. "You alright?"

Leo nodded. "I will be, I just want to go over this in my head one more time." It was simply a distraction and Bill knew that, but thankfully the Weasley nodded firmly before he left without another word.

By the time that darkness had fallen and the Burrow was filling up with members of the Order of the Phoenix, Leo was feeling the nerves more. There were a handful of members that he had never been formally introduced to and had only seen once or twice in passing, one small man almost bouncing off his seat with a purple top hat sat wonkily on his head and a witch beside him, younger than the man with black hair and rosy cheeks that was sat calmer than her companion. The final stranger was the one that Leo was focusing on however as he recognised her from the first time that he had been to the Burrow a few days earlier, a brunette witch in her late 40's or early 50's, a stern expression on her face as she removed a heavily scratched brown leather jacket before sitting down beside Molly Weasley.

"That's Dedalus Diggle." Ron whispered beside him, catching Leo up on the man with the purple top hat. "And Hestia Jones beside him."

"And who's the witch next to your Mum?" Leo asked.

Ron grinned fondly. "Leta Scamander." Leo's jaw almost dropped, even despite his lack of interest in Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts, the Scamander name was a very famous one. "She was dating one of my Uncle's or something at Hogwarts and ever since they were both killed she's always been there for Mum. She's been popping in a lot since… you know."

Leo did, thinking once more of Arthur Weasley as he looked over at the two chatting elder witches, but there was no more time for chatter as Mad-Eye stood up and slammed his staff on the stone floor. "Right, let's get on with it." He muttered gruffly.

"Firstly, we need to keep a watch out for Charity Burbage." Remus Lupin explained, his right hand playing with the brand new band that adorned his ring finger, something that had come as a surprise to Leo when Sirius had left the house for an afternoon a couple of days previously and had returned in a jolly, yet intoxicated mood to reveal that he had been the best man at Remus' wedding to Tonks boasting that he had finally dragged Remus into the family. "I received a Patronus from Minerva last night and it seems that she has gone missing." Leo's blood ran cold. Professor Burbage was his Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts and she was always kind to him, though the cynical part of him understood why the Death Eaters would potentially target her considering her profession, a thought that darkened the mood even further within Leo's mind as he wondered what the war was doing to him.

"They are making moves within Hogwarts then." Kingsley said grimly. "The Ministry has been increasingly occupied by Yaxley and his ilk taking over key positions. They have already implanted their own people within the Department of Magical Transport."

"So as we predicted." Sirius sighed, leaning back into his chair with a resigned expression on his face.

Moody nodded. "Any Apparation near Privet Drive can no longer be trusted. Anybody watching Potter will need to Portkey directly into Arabella's house." He said firmly.

"There has also been another break out." Kingsley said, moving the meeting along. "Any Death Eater's that we had captive are now back out in the public. Malfoy, the Lestrange's, Dolohov…"

A number of faces went pale at the sound of Dolohov, including Molly Weasley and Leta Scamander. "Then we must be extremely aware of our surroundings." Remus stated, shifting awkwardly in his seat. "Dolohov is dangerous, and takes great pleasure in his crimes."

"And this infiltration into the Ministry troubles me." Leta Scamander said for the first time, her voice calm and measured despite the look of dread on her face. "If we are to move Potter… we should ensure a false trail is leaked within to keep their focus away."

Moody's magical eye swivelled towards Leo. "MacDonald has been working on the plan to move Potter, I believe." And then all eyes turned towards him, and Leo gulped.

Nodding firmly as he steeled himself, Leo opened up the map he had been working on and pushed it to the middle of the table, with the figures designating the safe houses magically stuck on. "For this to work, we need safe houses all somewhat equidistant from one another, and in all different directions so if we do have any unwanted guests, we can spread their focus right from the get go." He explained. "All of the locations I have marked as safe houses have been agreed by their owners, so now we just need to organise the transport there, transport that cannot be detected by the Ministry now that we know they have been infiltrated, and the teams that will actually go to escort Harry."

Moody nodded. "Hagrid has volunteered to escort Potter on that bike of his." Leo saw Sirius perk up at that mention, but Moody continued, ignoring him. "As have a number of us at this table."

Leo scribbled Hagrid's name on the right hand side of a list he had begun. "So far I have myself, Ron, Fred, George and Fleur willing to take Polyjuice Potion to turn into Harry." They all nodded their agreement once their names were read out. "I'm sure Hermione will too to make 6, and of course Harry as the 7th." Leo finished off.

"We'll know Hermione's intentions soon enough." Remus explained. "Tonks has gone to collect her this evening."

That brightened Leo's mood considerably as he looked down at his list again to try and avoid his joy being obvious to the rest of the Order. "Then to escort us, I've gotten agreement from Moody, Kingsley, Remus, Tonks and Bill…" He noted. "Hagrid would make 6, so we need one more."

"I'll do it." Sirius said quickly.

Moody frowned in his direction. "We'll discuss the final volunteer later." He said shortly, cutting Sirius off quickly. "There are enough of us that the final escort will not be an issue, the more pressing matter is transport. We can use brooms…"

Fleur "I am not zo… 'ow do you say eet… confortable on a broom."

"The Hippogriffs we breed would take too long to tame, but I can get hold of some Thestrals so we don't need to go near Hogwarts for the time being." Leta Scamander was the one to say quickly to that. "Dad has a herd he looks after." She thought for a moment as she counted on her fingers. "Mara, Ophelia, Ahimoth, Dearil… four adults of riding size."

"Hermione will prefer a Thestral to a broom." Leo explained. "So that helps out, thank you."

"The rest of us will be fine on a broom." Fred stated happily.

"Harry especially." George grinned.

"Which is why he won't be on one." Leo said authoritatively, causing all eyes once again to turn to him. "This is all about deception. With any luck it will be a smooth operation but in the likelihood of there being trouble, we need all eyes to be as far away from Harry as possible and everybody knows how good a flyer Harry is." He looked over to Moody. "Hagrid and the bike can work in our favour there."

"Aye." Moody nodded. "Potter cannot be on a broomstick." He paused for a moment, nodding again curtly at Leo. "Nice job, MacDonald."

"We can work with this." Remus said, looking down at the map, his own house with Tonks being one of those listed as a safe house before looking over at Bill. "Are you still comfortable with warding them all?"

Bill nodded. "Most should be already protected well enough, I know Aunt Muriel's house has had all manner of protections placed upon it over the years by the Prewett's throughout history, but I'll give them all the once over and improve them where I can."

Moody nodded his agreement once again. "Very well, we have our plans. Kingsley, see if you can weed out the best way to plant a false trail within the Ministry and next meeting we'll finalise our plans for bringing Potter here." He turned to Sirius quickly. "I want a word with you, Sirius, but as for the rest… until next time."

Chairs began to be scraped as the Order began to depart. Leo was one of the last as he gathered his things together and by the time he stood up he spotted Moody almost dragging Sirius outside. Confused, Leo made one step to follow only to be cornered by Ron. "You coming up?" He asked.

"In a bit." Leo answered, and Ron simply shrugged and let Leo walk out of the Burrow, following the two adults outside.

He didn't get very far before he was stopped again, this time by Leta Scamander. "Leo MacDonald, right?" She asked.

Sirius and Moody disappeared into the darkness, briefly annoying Leo, though that went as he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. "I am." He answered. "And you're Leta, I saw you at Mum's funeral… and at Dumbledore's with your family too... It's an honour to meet you properly."

She chuckled. "Normally people say that about my parents rather than myself, but thank you. I was truly sorry to hear about Mary… she was a fine friend."

Leo felt his chest restrict at the mention, but was thankful at Leta's words. "She would have loved knowing how well thought of she was."

Leta smiled. "Quite." Her smile dropped. "Listen, I don't know exactly what's going on with Sirius there… but I do know Alastor. He has an issue with Sirius being an escort." Leo agreed as he stared back in the direction that they had walked off towards, thinking that it must have been something to do with the drinking. "In any case, I'll volunteer if needed."

That did surprise him. "Thank you." He managed to get out in the end.

"I've been mainly a silent party in the Order, feeding information from contacts across the Magizoology world. But my Father told me and my siblings stories of his time fighting for Albus Dumbledore all the time when we were kids and how proud he was to do so… with everything that's happened in the past month, it feels right for me to do the same. If I can protect the child Albus died for, then I will do so."

It felt strange to hear Professor Dumbledore's death put down to being for Harry, but Leo supposed that there was a small element of truth to that given one of his final acts was to protect Harry. Leo nodded his agreement. "I'll speak with Moody, but this is a big help, thanks again."

Leta smiled one final time, before she too disappeared into the darkness leaving Leo alone in the candlelight of the house. He looked again to the direction where Sirius and Moody had walked into, still seeing nothing but darkness and breathed out in relief, grateful of the thought that Sirius wouldn't be put into the same level of danger.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the Apparation point. Loud, frantic footsteps that were running towards him. Quickly he pulled his wand out of his pocket and silently cast the Lumos charm, immediately seeing a pink cardigan and brown bushy hair launching towards him, engulfing him in a tight embrace as he felt tears running down his neck and shoulders. Behind the girl he saw Tonks holding a rather large animal crate, looking sympathetically over at him as he moved his arms around Hermione Granger, holding her tightly.

He dragged Hermione away in a different direction to where Moody and Sirius were having a rather intense discussion by the looks of the hand waving, towards the garage that had housed all of Arthur Weasley's muggle artifacts, all of which were now lined with a thick layer of dust having seemingly gone untouched since his death. Leo waved his wand gently, and the dust gathered in a gentle tornado before shrinking until it was gone. "There." He muttered, before finding a couple of foldable chairs and placing them on the floor, casting Muffliato silently too before finally conjuring a handkerchief.

"You've gotten better at your silent casting." Hermione sniffed, taking the handkerchief gratefully and wiping her eyes before blowing her nose.

"I've had to." He shrugged, thinking back on how different things were now to even the last time he had seen Hermione. "Things have changed."

She nodded her agreement quickly. "I was so relieved when Ron sent me your letter. We heard about Grimmauld Place on the news, even the Muggles were concerned… I was so worried."

"I wanted to write to you myself." He insisted, reaching over and taking her hand in his. "But it's just too dangerous, all owls are being watched and knowing who to trust… it was safer not to draw attention to you when I knew the Burrow was better protected."

"I understand." Hermione agreed. "It's been awful, being at home not knowing what was happening other than what the Muggles knew… Mum and Dad tried to help… but…" She sobbed again, blowing her nose on the handkerchief. "I'm sorry." She cried. "I can't… can't stop."

Leo rose from his chair and knelt in front of Hermione, rubbing his hands on her legs to try and soothe her in any way he could. "Take your time, I'm here." He said softly.

It took a couple of minutes for her to calm down again, and eventually she managed to begin her story. "I've been thinking of ways to protect them, for when I go away searching for… you know. I don't have any Grandparents left and we don't really talk to Dad's brother or sister and my cousins… my Nanna had two husbands and they were from her first and never really liked my Dad, so it's just been us for as long as I can remember." She explained to him. "And the best way seemed to be just to… to change their memories completely. So now David and Susan Granger are called Monica and Wendell Wilkins, and are as of right now on their way to Heathrow to fly out to Australia in the morning without any knowledge that they have a child."

It was awful, Leo felt that immediately. He thought on his own Mum, and wondering what it would have felt like to have her here alive, but not knowing who he was or that she had ever had him. "Is it reversable?" Leo asked gently.

Hermione nodded, though her eyes lit up in fear. "It should be… but I don't want to think about that."

"I'm not saying if they're caught… I mean for afterwards… when this is all over." Leo said, putting more hope in his words than he felt as he gripped her hands tightly, his eyes staring deeply within her own. "Because it will be over, Hermione, and we will win. And when we do… together we will go and get them back."

"What if they don't want to?" Hermione whispered. "It's already been tough enough talking to them over the past few years, the few bits I can tell them pale in significance to the kind of threat that they would understand would force me to do this. What if they resent me… and hate me?"

"They're bright people, they will understand." Leo said, moving his right hand to wipe away a tear from her cheek. "Because they raised you, and they will know that everything you've done is for their own safety."

She smiled, though the smile didn't come close to reaching her eyes. Nonetheless she reached around his neck, gently stroking the back of his head. Leo smiled assuringly, placing a kiss to her cheek, ignoring the wetness of her tears. "Thank you." She whispered softly. "For saying you'll come with me… for letting me cry…"

"Hermione…" He said, before stopping himself. He knew what he wanted to say, but the timing just felt wrong. "I am always here for you, never forget that."

She smiled, and moved to nestle her head into the crook of his neck. It was an uncomfortable position for him, but he stayed deathly still so that he could comfort her. Eventually, when however long had passed, she asked him. "So… what's happened here?"

Leo chuckled lightly and began to relay all the information he had learned over the last couple of weeks, going from his attempts to rework the DA Galleon to everything that had been said in the Order meetings he had been a part of. By the end of his lengthy speech Hermione had been distracted just enough from her sadness and instead was excitably asking questions about their plans to rescue Harry, Leta Scamander and everything in between.

It was around quarter to midnight by the time the pair left the garage and walked back into the kitchen of the Burrow, where Molly Weasley was stood by the sink washing up the last of the dishes from that night. "Oh, hello Hermione dear." She said brightly, carrying on when she saw Hermione was about to say something. "Tonks explained it all. No need to tell me anything. Ginny's room is all set up for you, dear, she went up a little while ago."

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley." Hermione said, her shoulders relaxing in relief.

"And Fred and George's room is ready for you, Leo dear." Molly explained. "Your Father stayed for a while but wanted to head home… I said we could keep you here for the night to save you from travelling so late."

Leo felt bad about how relieved he also felt, wanting to be there for Hermione first thing. "Thank you Mrs Weasley. Was he alright?"

Molly shook her head honestly. "Angry at whatever Alastor spoke to him about, but I think he'll have a distraction soon enough, he's going to get that bike back to work on before… well you know."

He did, and it took a lot of will power to not smirk at Mrs Weasley trying to keep the Order's secrets given he had just told Hermione everything. "I'll make sure I go back early tomorrow." He told her.

Molly smiled, patting his cheek comfortingly. "Good boy. Now, you best get to bed the pair of you, it's been a long day."

It had, and together the teenagers ascended the stairs, stopping on the first floor outside of Ginny's room. Leo looked at her softly, saying a simple. "Goodnight."

"Night." Hermione responded, though she seemed to pause before opening the door to Ginny's room, and brazenly she turned and kissed Leo on the lips before turning back and entering the room, the door shutting behind her.

Grinning, Leo stayed in place for a moment before rising up the steps towards Fred and George's room, closing the door gently behind him before he dropped into the bed, his eyes closing quickly as he drifted off to a deep sleep.

He ended up rising from his bed later than most others in the Burrow the next morning, and by the time he had freshened up and finished his rushed breakfast to join Hermione, she had been sat with Ron and Ginny for a while, with Leo entering Ron's room just as he was finishing explaining to Hermione about the Ghoul.

Once she had recovered, Hermione then turned to him and Ginny. "I'm worried about the two of you returning to Hogwarts." She explained. "Hopefully it will be safe and normal, but on the off chance it isn't and the Death Eaters are placed there… you know too much."

Ginny frowned. "I don't want my memories…" Leo stopped her quickly however, noticing Hermione's bottom lip wobbling.

"I've been learning Occlumency since leaving Grimmauld Place." Leo told her. "And I'm getting pretty good… I can teach Ginny before school starts so it would have to be an expert Legilimens to get anything out of either of us."

That seemed to ease Hermione's worry as she once again relaxed her shoulders. "Well… good." She thought for a moment. "Perhaps you could teach Harry too…"

Leo didn't think Harry had the temperament for it, but nodded for Hermione's benefit. "I can try." He then looked at the closed door, and once again silently cast Muffliato. "Now… I have something to tell you guys. I was going to wait until Harry was here… but I can't really let you go on planning without saying it... I found RAB."

"What?" Hermione exclaimed loudly, startling Errol who lost his footing and fell off the windowsill perch. Ron quickly went to check on the owl as Hermione pulled her beaded bag onto her lap. "How? I've been looking everywhere…"

"Regulus Arcturus Black." Leo said quickly, remembering to put up the Muffliato Charm before they had any more outbursts before Hermione began her tirade on any and all famous Witches or Wizards that happened to have the same initials. "We got the full tale from Kreacher…"

A crack sounded and the House Elf in question appeared in the middle of their circle armed with a rolling pin and flour down his rag clothing. "Master summoned Kreacher… though why Master brought Kreacher to this blood traitors abode Kreacher will never unders…"

"That's enough, Kreacher." Leo stated firmly, stopping the Elf's offensive remark before Kreacher could finish. "I was just explaining what happened to Regulus' locket, I didn't mean to summon you."

Kreacher bowed slowly. "Kreacher will go back to preparing dinner. Kreacher is making Steak and Liver pie for Master, if he will be returning for dinner."

"I will be, thank you." Leo added, and with that Kreacher disapparated away with another crack.

The rest of the rooms occupants were utterly dumbfounded. "What in the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked.

"Kreacher was… nice?" Hermione asked next, her face showing the confusion that her words had voiced.

Leo just shrugged. "He's been good to me ever since we left Grimmauld Place. But that's what I wanted to talk to you about. So RAB was Regulus… and he had the locket at Grimmauld Place. You actually tried to throw it out before…"

Hermione slapped her forehead. "Oh of course! I knew I recognised it from somewhere!"

"No you didn't." Ron scoffed amusedly, but Hermione was ignoring him.

"So that gas explosion…" She began, trailing off to allow Leo to fill in the gaps

"Was actually Fiendfyre." Leo nodded. "We tried everything… all the destructive curses we could think of, Dad even tried the Killing Curse but nothing damaged it at all. When we were being attacked by the Dementors… Dad set the house aflame and I threw the locket in… and it worked, disastrously."

Hermione had jammed her arm into her small bag so far that her shoulder was touching the rim, surprising Leo who hadn't realised it had an extension charm cast on it. She ended up bringing out a pile of notes and began furiously flicking through them, scribbling certain sections out and writing down on others. As that was going on, Ron turned to Leo. "Is Fiendfyre worth learning then?"

Leo shook his head vigorously, the explosion ringing loudly in his ears. "That should be used as a last resort if you have all of the Horcruxes and can destroy them in an open field with nothing for miles around. The damage that spell caused… it was catastrophic. There has to be a better way to destroy Horcruxes."

"At least this is some good news to bring to Harry." Ginny smiled brightly.

"And some really valuable information too." Hermione muttered, not looking up from her notes as she was correcting them.

Leo chuckled at her enthusiasm, grateful to have taken her mind off of her parents for a short time as she delved further into research. Rising to his feet he removed the Muffliato charm and told them. "I best go check on my Dad, but I'll be back later."

A round of goodbyes with the three in Ron's room and finally Mrs Weasley followed before Leo left the Burrow, and as he walked down towards the Apparition point, though he wished his mind could remain thinking about his girlfriend and friends behind him, the dreaded lure of what was to come in trying to protect Harry and everything related to that with Sirius loomed over him like a dark cloud.

Reviews:

Lightningscar: I'm glad that you've largely been unaffected as they do seem to still be ongoing, which is really frustrating. There's always potential for Sirius to change his mind but for now he won't, he's just too scarred still from everything that happened. Percy coming back was a fun one for me, because I couldn't see a world where he would stay away for too long given that he didn't get to patch things up with Arthur in the end.

SkepticPrinceArthur: I will say we haven't seen the end of Grimmauld Place in this story, so the aftermath will probably show more of the devastation… you've got to remember that we were in Leo's POV and he was very focused on initially the Dementors, and then he was Apparated away so the true extent of the damage he wouldn't have seen. The unfamiliar faces are those that wouldn't have been at Grimmauld Place over the previous couple of years so not Tonks or Kingsley. One of them however was Leta Scamander that we meet here! I thought that about Bill as soon as I made the decision to kill Arthur off… it makes complete sense that he would be stepping up.