December 3, 1997

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I sat at the table, soup untouched next to me, tapping Tales of Beedle the Bard carefully with my wand. Harry was behind me, casting repelling charms on his robe and boots.

"Remember, if you find him, you need to bring him back here."

"Want to come with me?"

I looked down at the book I had, paused in the middle of my ritual of investigation.

Stop being crazy, Hermione. There's only room for one of those in this tent, and Harry's got a lock on that.

I stood up, closing the book, and reaching for my coat. "Yeah, I'll come with you."

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