            Hermione sighed and pushed her hands into her hair. She had missed it with her cleansing charm, and her fingers caught on her clumped, blood-caked hair. Her nose still ached something awful, and her unhealed thigh throbbed—Lucius’s rune would be too—but the pain could wait. "Yes, we. All three of us. Harry told me that the Ministry has been...alerted to our activity. I don’t think they know who did it, but if they figure out it’s you that caused it," she said, eyeing Sirius, "or you who’s connected to me," she continued, with a steady glare at Lucius, "then Grimmauld will be one of the first places the aurors check. It’s safe, until things settle down again."