He put the duck down and adjusted his glasses. He had found this pair with Hermione's notes in her secret spot in the library. The Weasley’s papers were there too Authur’s journal, Molly’s recipe book, Ginny’s diary. The lenses of the glasses were broken, but a reparo saw them well sorted. Between reading her notes, and what he had heard from McClaggen, and people at the Ministry, Harry's brains felt scrambled. He wasn’t sure who to believe; he hadn’t felt this alone since the Dursely’s. He was missing something, a big something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. If Hermione were here, she would say something helpful like "What is the last thing you remember?"Hang on, that's not a bad idea.  