As I turn the corner, I see her. She's thin and covered in dirt, but it's my Granger. She's shaking and scared. Aunt Bella and my father beckon me closer. "Look here! Is this the Potter boy? Come closer, damn it! We must be sure before we call the Dark Lord! Is it him?" I get down in front of him and ask what's wrong with his face. Probably a stinging jinx, more than likely from my girl. She's too smart for her own good sometimes. "I don't know. I can't be sure." I lie. I walk away and it's announced that they will be going to the cellar with the other prisoners.