Healer Tamor came bearing the paper the next morning. He kept it in his lap as he pulled up a chair, watching Healer Barkley ask Hermione how she slept, how she was feeling, and how her relationship was with Draco Malfoy in school.

Hearing his name again hit Hermione like a blow to the gut. When the room no longer felt like it was collapsing in on her, she answered honestly, her eyes trained on the bed sheets.

Healer Tamor set the paper on her bedside stand when it was over.

"I've been thinking," he said, "that being able to walk around a bit might be good for you. Would you like that?"

Blood rushed in Hermione's ears. "Yes." She dipped her chin. "I'd like that very much."

"Excellent," he said, clasping his hands together. "Be sure to stay inside this wing."

Hermione nodded. As soon as the door closed behind them, she scrambled for the Prophet.

MASS INDICTMENTS OF DEATH EATERS, ACCOMPLICES
by Andy Smudgley

The Provisional Government of England is looking to move forward quickly with the trials of Death Eaters and Great Order accomplices, releasing 542 indictments yesterday afternoon. General Jacobs of the True Order will be presiding over the newly-formed Justice Tribunal, which will exclusively prosecute British citizens. In a statement, Jacobs defended the decision to include French General Robert Pierre as one of the Tribunal's five judges, stating, "The accused must answer not only for their crimes against Britain, but all of Europe." A full list of the indicted can be found on pages 2-3.

Hermione turned to the next page. Her fingers ran down the list of names, barely pausing at Draco Malfoy or Lucius Malfoy. There were so many of them. Some were expected — Yaxley, Travers, the Carrows, the Selwyns — but others froze the blood in her veins. Rita Skeeter and Ludo Bagman, for instance. Her heart was thumping by the time she reached Blaise Zabini. And when she reached Narcissa Malfoy's name on page 3, followed by Pansy Parkinson, a sob wrenched from her throat.

She took an hour to collect herself. Then she dried her tears, folded up the paper, and penned another letter to Ginny and Ron.

After stuffing the letters into envelopes, she put on the slippers in her wardrobe and crossed the room. She reached for the door and sighed in relief when it opened.

Hermione stood blinking in the hallway. It seemed to have grown larger since she'd seen it last. The walls were quiet as she began following the same path she had the last time. She turned the corner and found a new set of doors — sealing off the wounded and screaming soldiers. Hermione stared at them, wondering if Ginny or Ron were behind them.

On her way back, she bumped into a mediwizard, who offered to post her letters for her. She handed them over, and her feet carried her to Oliver's room.

The door was locked. She rapped it with her knuckles a few times, but there was no answer. So she paced the corridors of the fourth floor, avoiding Giuliana at the other end.