The marks Tonks had made on the trees flashed past them as they ran full out through the Forbidden Forest. Maddie was a few steps ahead of Tonks when Tonks stepped wrong on an outlying root and fell hard on her hip. Maddie, her face white, stopped and reached back, but Tonks could see the spiders scurrying in the trees above them. She Banished one of them--Maddie was trying it as well--but the others kept coming around it.

"Dammit, Maddie, I'm all right! Run for the wall--I'm right behind you."

"Tonks--"

"Run."

Maddie started running again, and Tonks pulled herself to her feet. The spiders were closer now--Tonks could hear their pincers clicking--and the path they were following seemed narrower. The branches were lower. Somewhere, she could hear the burbling of the brook, but there was no time to think about where it came from.

"I'm here!" Maddie called and Tonks looked ahead to where Maddie was frantically pounding at the wall.

A spider dropped in front of Tonks and she blew it apart with a Reductor Curse, ignoring the splattering of spider innards that flew at her. "Put your hand on it!" she called to Maddie. "Imagine the opening!"

"I can't get it!"

The spiders sped up. Tonks could hear them moving overhead. Another dropped beside her, scraping her wand arm with a sharp pincer. Her hand went numb. She dropped her wand.

Maddie screamed.

Something flashed brightly and the sound of the brook was suddenly everywhere. Tonks felt water running around her feet. From the corner of her eye, she saw the flat pool opening up on her left.

There was a splashing sound, then something silver and gold spun above Tonks's head, knocking down three of the pursuing spiders. A light burst up around her from the stream, and the remaining spiders backed away into the trees, retreating to wherever they had come from.

The light faded.

Tonks swayed in the stream, turning her back to the spreading pool, thinking that she needed to go back for her wand. Maddie seemed very far away, her voice echoing along a deep corridor. "Tonks! Are you all right?"

The scrape on her wrist burned, and she had time to think, "Bloody venom." Then a cold arm came around her from behind, a hand covering her mouth and nose. She heard Maddie scream one more time before she was dragged beneath the surface, and then everything was silent.

Sound came back slowly--the soft sound of wind in the trees, the lapping of water at the shore, a steady and repetitive sound that she couldn't quite identify. She felt something moving on her hand, and opened her eyes. A fairy with bright purple wings was balanced on her finger, reaching for a wild rose laden with dew that was just beyond its grasping hand. It looked very young, and she guessed that its wings were still wet.

Tonks raised her hand, and the fairy drank the dew, then chittered happily at its reflection. Tonks let it down slowly, putting it carefully in the grass, where it skipped away.

She sat up.

The burning scrape on her wrist was gone, and the ache in her hip where she'd landed when she fell was entirely gone. She was also quite warm and dry, despite having been...

How had she got here?

She frowned. She remembered the spiders and the wild flight, and the bright flash of light, but the sense of urgency was entirely gone. It might have been something that happened to her when she was a small child playing in her parents' garden. She'd been in the stream, and then there had been a cold hand, and she'd gone beneath the surface, but there was nothing else.

Her wand lay in the grass beside her. It seemed to have been polished. She picked it up curiously and pointed at herself. "Exquiro corpus," she said.

The Query Charm--which she hadn't been doing as faithfully as Mum had instructed her to--lit up the surface of her body, not pooling over any injuries or indicating any sickness.

Not poisoned, then, and apparently not dead or hurt in any way.

She got to her feet and caught her breath in a gasp.

Across from her, making the repetitive sound she hadn't been able to identify, two dragons slept, wound around one another and snoring, sending out wisps of smoke as they exhaled. One was red, the other white. Beyond them, a sparkling cave peeked out of a hillside, and at the top of the low hill, a great oak tree spread its light colored, spring leaves to the sun. Something tawny was curled at the base of it, also fast asleep, and Tonks blinked at it for quite a long time before her eyes would accept that it was a lion.

The sharp, clear sound of a branch breaking to her left made her turn her head.

A great white stag stood only feet from her, his eyes a blaze of fire, his hooves made of silver. He looked at her solemnly, then began to walk at a steady pace toward the hill, around the dragons.

Tonks followed. There was simply no option of not doing so.

The dragons continued to sleep; the lion disappeared behind a gentle rise in the hill. The stag led her around the rise, and before her, a lake glittered in the bright sunlight. She looked up, and saw the roots of the oak tree reaching down toward the water. The stag stopped and looked at her until she sat down, then loped away, leaving her alone.

She looked out across the water, dazzled by the points of light. She thought there was something far out on the surface, but she couldn't tell what it was.

"You've awakened."

The voice came from in front of her, but she couldn't see anything, so she looked over her shoulder. There was nothing. When she turned back, a small, lithe woman was standing at the water's edge, dressed in a pale green gown. A sword hung from a girdle around her waist, and she wore a crown of flowers. She came forward lightly, leaving no impression on the damp grass, and sat on a rock across from Tonks. "You've awakened," she said again.

"You've been calling me."

The woman nodded. "I can no longer leave this place. Not until..." She trailed off. "I need help."

"Abducting me isn't your best stratagem," Tonks said automatically, but she found that she couldn't be angry. "Who are you?"

The woman smiled slightly. "I don't think there's an answer to that anymore. Now, I'm little more than a caretaker." She sighed. "It's all been sleeping for so long. I sometimes think it won't wake up again. I thought you might sleep as well."

"How long did I sleep?"

She turned. "Oh. Not long. A moment."

It wasn't a comforting answer, as Tonks had the sense that this woman's sense of what a long time might be could differ wildly from her own. "Er... could you...?"

She smiled. "Quite a bit less than an hour," she said. "If that makes you more comfortable."

"My friend--"

"--is safe. I sent the acromantulas away from her. The large man who comes to the woods has found her."

Tonks nodded. "All right. Why do you need my help? Is this about You-Know... Voldemort?"

There was a long pause. "I... don't know." She looked out across the water. "There is no balance. I am... we are being hunted. These Dementors--they're being drawn. Someone is drawing them. Trying to allow them in."

"Maddie says they probably can't pass the gates."

"Not the ones your Ministry built."

Tonks processed this. "Someone else is trying to build a gate, and lure them into it."

"Yes. I don't know where. There are many things I don't know anymore, things I can't See. It's somewhere close. But I can't reach it."

"I could destroy the gate on this side. If there's no place to go through--"

"No. You mustn't. This forest is a haven. It can't be closed off. There are so few left."

"You need me to find the other gate."

The woman nodded. "Find it. Destroy it. The Dementors need no haven." She snorted disdainfully. "They thrive in the world, don't they?"

Tonks didn't answer. "Why did you call me? Wouldn't it have been easier to speak to Hagrid, or Dumbledore?"

"I Saw you." She turned her head slightly and looked at Tonks. Her eyes were disquietingly bright. "And you'll need me," she said. "I don't know why now, but you will need me." She drew the sword from its hilt on her girdle, and pried a ruby from the hilt. "Return this to me, when it's time. When you need me."

Tonks took it and held it carefully. "I'll do as you ask, but I would have done without any promises. It's my job."

The cool hand pressed her fingers around the stone. "But it isn't mine. I will help you when you need it."

"You're, er... not talking about putting anyone into an oak tree, are you?"

A sharp pain crossed the woman's features. "No," she said. "No. Never again. It's lonely. We weren't meant to be alone." Her gaze drifted back to the water, and her grip on Tonks's hand tightened. "I'll take you back out now."

There was a light tug, and then they were in the water, the lady's hand over Tonks's nose and mouth. The water splashed upward, and Tonks was back under the eaves of the Forbidden Forest. The ground shook as Hagrid ran toward her, Maddie a small form hidden in the shadow he cast ahead of himself. Tonks was in the still pool, but even now it was narrowing, shrinking, and the current was quickening around her.

Tonks looked behind her and saw one pale hand reaching through the surface. Then it slipped beneath the sun-ripples and disappeared.

"Tonks!" Maddie cried, running forward and pulling her up from the stream. "Are you all right? I saw hands coming up, but I couldn't get to you in time..."

"I'm fine."

Huge hands gripped her upper arms, pulling her into the air and setting her back down gently on her feet. "Sorry 'bout tha'," Hagrid said. "They're gettin' a bi' adventuresome."

"You knew there were acromantulas here?" Maddie asked. "Tonks, did you know?"

Tonks shook her head. "No, though I'm not entirely surprised. We should have been watching more carefully at any rate. There are other things that we do know about."

"Righ', righ'," Hagrid said. "Like yer frien' in the stream?"

"What happened, Tonks?" Maddie asked.

The image of the inside of the glade was fading, and if it weren't for the ruby in her hand, she might have taken it for a fever dream. She had a sense that it wasn't something to be discussed freely, though nothing of the sort had been said. She decided to go to the main point. "Someone is building more gates," she said. "Gates that will let Dementors through. Dark creatures."

"Damn." Maddie bit her lip. "Hagrid, are there any gates other than the one in the clearing where they can come in?"

"Tha's the only one I know about. Dumbledore'd know more about it, but he's not here just now."

"I can find out," Maddie said. "Can we leave?"

"I'll take you out through my place," Hagrid offered. "You could stop by, have a cuppa."

"I don't think we quite belong on the grounds," Tonks said.

"If Slughorn can 'ave his old students up to the school, I don' see why I couldn't..."

"Slughorn... what?" Tonks stopped in her tracks, forgetting the gates and the odd lady and the glade, and everything else. "Someone has people who don't belong on the grounds dropping by, now of all times?"

"It's all righ' by Dumbledore," Hagrid said. "They're old friends, and if Dumbledore trusts a fellow..."

"Bloody..." She shook her head. "I think we'd best take the other way out. Better to be careful when we can."

Hagrid muttered a few disappointed agreements, and led them back to the wall. Tonks opened the gate and let Maddie out ahead of her. "Hagrid," she said, "keep your eyes open on any of these odd folks wandering around the grounds, will you?"

Hagrid nodded, and Tonks let herself out, pocketing the ruby as she went. Maddie was waiting on the road, her eyebrows drawn together. "What was in the glade? That was where you were, wasn't it?"

"Yes. I can't... Everything was there," she said. "I don't think I can explain any more. There are things it seemed to be, but it wasn't just those things. It was... something else. And I don't want the Dementors getting at it, so we need to find those gates. I think I know someone I can ask about the ones that open into the Forest, but I've no idea how to start looking for the ones that lead there from the outside."

"I can find out how," Maddie said. "I wish I'd seen it." She smiled. "Then again, I can't say I'm terribly sorry to not be going back to the Forbidden Forest to study it. Acromantulas! What are they thinking? I thought Filch was mad when he said there were werewo--" Maddie cut off her own sentence. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"He was mad," Tonks said, barely listening to herself. "Considering he came up with that one when there was only a quarter moon. We were fourth years, for heaven's sake. It's not like we didn't know anything about lycanthropy. That was third year material. Did he really think he could still scare us with that?"

Maddie took the hint and steered the conversation back to school days, discussing neither the glade nor Tonks's very personal interest in lycanthropy. By the time they reached Hogsmeade, they'd moved back to the matter of the gates, and had to curtail the conversation altogether when the streets began to be crowded (or as crowded as they got in Hogsmeade).

"Do you want to come back to the house for dinner?" Maddie asked. "I'm no genius in the kitchen, but it's got to be better than the Hog's Head, and we could play cards or whatnot after."

Tonks checked her watch. "I don't think I can. I have things to do before I get some sleep before my next shift."

"When should we meet again on this?"

"I'll owl you. Soon, though."

"You can come by without a reason."

"I know."

Maddie hugged her in front of the Hog's Head and kissed her cheek, then Apparated home.

Tonks glanced up at the window of her room, then over at the Shrieking Shack. She didn't go in.

Instead, she Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and took a Muggle bus to Grimmauld Place.

Someone had blocked most of the entranceway with a clumsy wooden screen hiding Auntie's portrait, and Tonks had to fight off an urge to move it. Various boxes were on the stairs, and several file cabinets seemed to have been set in the living room.

"Hullo?" she called.

"MONSTROUS HALF-BLOOD...!"

Tonks smiled to herself and patted the wooden screen. "Hullo, Auntie," she said.

"...TRAITOR! MURDEROUS THIEF!"

She pulled the screen aside and struggled with the curtains. A dark pair of hands grasped around the other side, and they tugged it together, cutting off Auntie mid-rant.

"'Lo, Kingsley," she said. "Whose screen?"

"Hestia's. It took quite awhile to find a distance we could leave it at that the enchantments wouldn't push it away. Why on Earth did you come in bellowing?"

"It just seemed too quiet here." They moved away from the portrait and put the wooden screen back. "Is anyone else around?"

"Mad-Eye's due in later and Dedalus was just by, but at the moment, it's just me. I was finishing up some work for the Prime Minister. It's easier to take care of his paperwork where I can use magic on it. Bloody Muggle keyboards make my head ache."

"Does Remus ever come by here?"

"I haven't seen him." Kingsley frowned, but didn't pursue the subject. "Aren't you meant to be in Hogsmeade?"

"I just need to talk to Phineas," she said.

"I don't think he can reach Dumbledore right now..."

"No, it's Phineas I need to talk to. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. Mind the boxes."

Tonks headed up the stairs. "What is all this? It looks like we're moving out again."

"Oh, people have brought things in. I suppose we should find places for all of it, but since no one lives--" He stopped. "I'm sorry, Tonks."

She went up the stairs without speaking again. The whole damned house was a disaster, nearly anonymous behind the detritus of Order life. She peeked into the parlor on the second floor--the family tree was up, as it always had been, but much of the furniture had been unceremoniously shunted to one side, and the floor was taken up by several large pieces of parchment with maps drawn onto them. Something on the maps had been marked, but she didn't know to whom they belonged or what was being worked on here. Someone had thrown a curtain up over the rod to let in more sunlight, and it looked disheveled.

She closed the door and went on.

The guest room where Phineas Nigellus's portrait hung was mostly untouched, though the two beds had been stripped and not re-made for some reason. She hadn't spent a great deal of time in here, but she thought there were several silver mirrors and combs missing from the top of the dresser.

"Grayfur?" she said. "Grayfur, are you here?"

Phineas Nigellus slunk into the portrait frame, looking around disdainfully. "I avoid it when possible," he said, then looked at Tonks without recognition for a moment before nodding. "Ah. An actual Black in the house. How novel."

"Oh, you know as well as I do that they're probably all related somewhere, Grayfur."

"That name was rarely even amusing from my great-great-grandson," he said. "I do not intend for it to be used in perpetuity in his absence."

"You miss him," Tonks realized.

"Don't be absurd." Phineas took a seat. "Why have you come? I have no means of--"

"I know. I'm not here to talk to Dumbledore."

"Oh. I see."

"How much do you remember about your time as headmaster? I'm afraid I don't know how much you retain as a portrait."

Phineas looked vaguely offended to be referred to as an object and have the reality of his personality called into question, but he just sniffed. "I have a reasonable knowledge of my own activities," he said. "Why?"

Tonks sat down on the bed across from him. "There were gates put into the Forbidden Forest while you were there. At least one gate..."

She told him what had happened earlier in the day, and he listened with what seemed to be growing interest, nodding in various places and frowning in others.

"Acromantulas," he muttered. "That oaf undoubtedly brought them himself."

"I have no idea. Do you know about the gate?"

"Of course I know about it, child. I approved it, didn't I? There's only one. It was meant to allow creatures in danger to enter the Forest. We had to put several wards nearby to keep the more dangerous ones from entering the more populated parts of the grounds. I recall at one point, an erumpent came through it. We had to capture it and send it to a different haven of course. More trouble than it was worth." He shook his head.

"Only the one gate," Tonks mused. "Are there other places they might come out? Other havens?"

"There was one built in the Black Forest in Germany," Phineas said. "Another on the steppes in Russia. The Ministry saw to the gates anywhere in the Empire, of course. I expect there would be a few in India, possibly Australia, Canada..."

"Anywhere else here in Britain?"

"No. The whole point was that they were losing magical havens here. The Muggles found it amusing to cut down quite a few of the trees at the time. Idiots. Was that all you needed to know?"

She nodded. "Are you all right here?"

"Oh, it's delightful here with your friends," he said dryly. "Quite like sharing the house with that mad elf, but without the irritating habit of respecting my position."

Tonks smiled, and chatted with Phineas for a few more minutes before excusing herself. Phineas heaved a great sigh as she left.

She tiptoed out of the room, not sure why she wanted to avoid noise. More investigative detritus had been strewn around the corridor further up, and a bureau near the other guest room seemed to have been commandeered as a desk for someone working on antidotes--a small cauldron bubbled on top of it, and the drawers, which had been pulled askew, were loaded with potions ingredients. She considered asking Kingsley who it was--other than old Snape, she was the only one with much interest in potions, though of course Mad-Eye and Kingsley himself were proficient enough--but opted not to. The last time she'd been here, she'd felt Sirius's ghost lurking around every room, and been haunted by memories of the family that she and Sirius and Remus had made last year. Now, the house was barely a house, and she found herself feeling vaguely sorry for Auntie, who was stuck screaming impassioned obscenities at people who responded with only the vaguest annoyance as they went about their business.

Somewhere along the line, the dark and vital energy that had once possessed Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, had slipped away, gone deep into hiding. It was little more than a functional box now that there was no one to hate or love it.

She slipped out without saying goodbye to Kingsley and Apparated back to Hogsmeade from the rubbishy alley nearby, not bothering to go to the Hog's Head. Instead she went to the Shrieking Shack, rolled her sleeves up, and went to work. She spent the rest of the evening repairing and cleaning up the dining room. On an impulse, she went up to Remus's desk to get a few of the photographs Sirius had taken of them last year--they had both altered their appearance, but they looked cheerful. She planned to enlarge one of them and create a frame, but a better idea struck her when her hand bumped across a piece of rolled-up parchment. She drew it out. It was a drawing Remus had done of her at the Three Broomsticks. It was very good work. She took some wood from a chair that had been battered beyond any reasonably stable repair and shaped it into a frame, and hung the picture over a splintery sideboard that she meant to sand down at some point. Once it was up, the frenzy for fixing things seemed to have passed. She sat down across from it and looked at it for a long time.

Then she took it down and put it in a cupboard beside the kitchen stove.

She went back to the desk and put the ruby she'd been given in the top right-hand drawer, not knowing when she would need it and thinking it was considerably safer there than it would be in her room at the Hog's Head. After that, she'd meant to go back, but she got sidetracked looking at the three shattered bedrooms, and at some point, she curled up on a dusty bed, and there she slept until her Waking Charm pulled her from her dreams just after dawn, and she went to work her shift.

The routine of watching the school was numbing. There were packages to check from time to time and the occasional rumor, but no serious attempt had been made to get through the new security. (In fact, there hadn't even been a half-hearted attempt, which was beginning to make Tonks suspicious.) Dumbledore came and went without much notice being taken outside of the gossip circles. Zonko's officially closed its doors in Hogsmeade, which was hardly more than a technicality, as the doors hadn't been open for well over a month.

On Wednesday, Dawlish called Tonks to the office he'd set up in his room at the Hog's Head. He checked over his shoulder, then closed the door. "Have a seat," he said.

Tonks sat down, feeling unnerved. "Is something wrong?"

"Is something not?" He sat across his desk from her, fiddling with a scroll on which she could see a broken Ministry seal. "Robards is still working on the Fortescue disappearance," he said. "There's no sign of him at all. You were talking to your... friend. Was there a reason for that, Tonks?"

She blinked stupidly. July seemed like a lifetime ago. Had she spoken to Remus then? Why?

"Tonks?"

"I..." She shook her head. "It was just an instinct, I think. There was something about... well, it didn't look like whoever took him Apparated in. The window was broken. I thought it might be someone who didn't have a good wizarding education. And there are rumors that Fenrir Greyback is back with Voldemort. His name has come up. I... I just thought he might have been in contact with other werewolves who might have said something."

Dawlish narrowed his eyes. "If he knows where bloody Greyback is, then we should be making a damned arrest."

"I didn't say he knew. I said he--"

"You really think I'm a fool, don't you, Tonks? I didn't take Dumbledore's unsubstantiated word for things last year, so you believe that I can't spot things that are going on right under my nose. Your Order knows something."

Tonks felt her face go hot, not least because a part of her couldn't exactly argue with the idea that Greyback would be better arrested than spied on. "I certainly don't know where Fenrir Greyback is."

"And I'm quite sure you think I didn't notice you not saying that the Order doesn't know."

"What did you need, Dawlish?"

"I don't need anything." He shoved the scroll across at Tonks. "Robards wants to talk to you at the scene. I told him I'd go as well--I was there before you were--but he insists that you go alone."

"To Fortescue's."

Dawlish nodded impatiently. Tonks took the scroll and read it as she left the anti-Apparition wards around the Hog's Head. She put it in her pocket, then Apparated to Diagon Alley.

Robards was crouched by the broken window examining the sill when she arrived. He looked up. "Oh, good," he said. "Tonks."

"Have you found something?"

Robards crooked his finger to call her closer. "Well, first of all... er... What's my mistress's name?"

"Oh. Rachel? I forget the last name. She's Muggle-born."

Robards raised his eyebrows, waiting for a security question in return.

"We really need portable versions of those identity mirrors." He didn't speak. "All right. Why is it that I happen to know Rachel's name?"

"You investigated whether or not I was a traitor after we found the letters T-R-A at the Vance murder scene."

"Good. Plus, you're past the security barrier..."

"I could do that if I'd stolen my badge." Robards grimaced. "And someone else has been in here."

"What's missing?"

"I don't know."

"The wards?"

"Intact."

"Then how do you know someone's been here?"

Robards paused. "Look in the back."

Tonks frowned and headed back to Florean Fortescue's living quarters, Robards a few steps behind her. The piled books were the same, and the narrow aisles between them as she remembered them. The book on the table was still open. She leaned over it.

"...these water sprites," it said, "there is sufficient evidence for most scholars to at least agree that some sort of long-lived creatures of human form inhabit some bodies of water in the British Isles, though they have failed to make themselves known to magical authorities. Anecdotal evidence suggests that they are prone to bargaining with witches and wizards, and sometimes even Muggles who wander into their realms, though Muggle sightings have become increasingly rare. Whether or not these sprites, rather than the more commonly assumed Dark Witches, are the antecedents of the infamous Ladies of the Lake is more open to question..."

She frowned and turned the page back. The sentence began "Though many reasonable witches and wizards over the years have doubted the existence of..."

She looked up. "Have you been reading this book?"

Robards came over and looked over her shoulder. "No. Why?"

"Have any of our people been looking at it?"

"No. This investigation hasn't honestly been a top priority over the last month and a half. Why?"

"Someone turned the page. I looked at it when we came here. Someone wanted to finish that sentence. I'd guess Fortescue himself, actually."

"Do you think that Fortescue may be free? That he left of his own accord?"

"No. If he wanted it badly enough to keep reading it while he was here, he'd have just taken it with him if he were free. Whoever has him brought him back for a reason. He just stole a moment from whatever they brought him for to come and read his book."

"I don't suppose he stole one to leave us a clue."

"Whatever else they took away is the clue. If you didn't notice the book, what did you notice?"

"I'm not sure. Something's off-kilter. I was hoping you'd spot it. You've a better eye for this sort of thing than I do."

Tonks stood up, absently turning the page back to where Fortescue had left it. The piles of books leading to the shelves were all in their precarious piles, the path to the back door was undisturbed. She turned her head slightly and frowned at another bookcase, where a pile of books had spilled from a center shelf. She thought it might be different, but she wasn't sure...

"That's it," Robards said, following her gaze. "Of course. Yes."

"What?"

"That's out of the path," he said. "I was looking at the damage outside and just paying scant attention in here when I first came, but of course. What happened in here... they were just pushing him out. That case isn't in the path they were pushing him. That's where they came."

Tonks picked her way across the room, doing her best not to disturb anything (and fearing that she would trip and set off a book-avalanche), and looked at the shelf. Several books were leaning in an odd way, and a few had spilled in a fan onto the floor. A pile of rolled maps made an incomplete pyramid at the end of the shelf. She leaned in. One had a slight dip in it, a pressure bend against rolled paper. "The maps," she said. "They were looking at the maps."

She let her hand trail down the side of the case, and drew it away when she realized that their was a break in the texture of the wood. Something dark and crumbly, almost invisible now that it was dry against mahogany. "Blood," she said, pulling her hand away and shaking it reflexively. "Someone was hurt here."

"A Cutting Curse?"

"This is the only blood I see. And it would show up on the papers on the floor. I think someone just cracked his head on the edge of the shelf." She bit her lip, not at all sure why she was thinking of Greyback again... the non-magical injury, she supposed, and the contemptuous treatment of Fortescue's library. She could see him here, holding on to poor Fortescue, slamming his head down, licking his lips at the sight of the blood.

She shared her suspicion with Robards, who thought it was reasonable but no more reasonable than anything else, then went back to her room. She sent a note quickly to the Burrow--brief and to the point this time. She didn't know when Remus would get it.

But she wanted him to be on the lookout for any maps Greyback might bring.