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Contents ( 44)
  1. Preface
  2. The Auction
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Afterword

"What time is it?"

She shook her head. "Er, it's after two in the afternoon. Are you alright?"

"Just catching up on some rest. Practicing for this fictional ailment I'm supposed to have."

He stepped aside for her, and as she moved past him she remembered that he'd had quite a trying evening, and then very little sleep due to…

Her eyes caught on the rumpled bed.

"Sorry to bolt earlier," she said, tearing her eyes away. "I was… uncomfortable."

"It's fine. My father has that effect on people."

He shut the door and turned to face her. She forced herself to focus. "Charlotte's memories?"

Nodding, he moved to his bedside drawer and produced the vial of gossamer memories. She took it from him.

"We need to find out who her contacts are first. We can explain what happened, and let the Order decide what to do with the rest of her memories." A crease appeared between her brows as she watched the threads dance together. "The Manor doesn't have a Pensieve?"

"No," his voice rumbled. "My father never had use for one."

"Do you know anyone who does have one?"

"No." He ran his hand through his damp hair. "My understanding is that they are hard to come by now. There were only two people who made them in Europe, and both have gone into hiding."

She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "There might be another way to view her memories, but I won't be able to research them without a library." Her eyes swept over Draco's bookshelves. "I don't want to get you in even more trouble, but—"

"You need the library. I know."

She rubbed her temples, thinking. "Perhaps the catalog could be charmed like the Hogwarts' book finder. It sends books traveling to their requestors."

"If I know my father, he also made it impossible for books to leave the library."

She shook her head. "No, you're right." After a few moments, an idea sparked. "Viktor told me a bit about the catalog at Durmstrang." Her mind was spinning too fast to worry about Draco's scowl. "It's typically freezing inside the castle, and the library is far from the dormitories. The catalog is enchanted so that if you focus on it, you can communicate with it anywhere within the castle."

"What good is that? If it doesn't send the book to you—"

"I had the same question. Transcription spells." Hermione began pacing as her voice grew quicker, more excited. "You can ask the catalog to transcribe entire books for you. The copies would go blank when he left for the holidays, but Viktor said he had an entire mini-library in his bedroom for the school year. We don't need the books to leave the library — we just need their contents."

Draco shifted behind her. "That's very convenient, Granger, but there must be a special enchantment on it. The catalog at Hogwarts didn't—"

"I know. But in Hogwarts: A History, they discuss revisions to the library when they added the Restricted Section in the 14th century. They mention "safeguards" to stop students from cheating or accessing forbidden material. It's why the catalog there is far more restricted than the one here in the Manor. If I had to guess, the Durmstrang catalog is standard."