"What?" Hermione said, slamming her hand down onto the counter and making the teacups rattle on their saucers. "You’ll force me to tell you? You’ll storm down to the Ministry and demand to see the prophecy?" She laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. "Don’t you think I’ve tried all of that already? Theo told me about the prophecy at Draco’s funeral. In April! I haven’t been able to find out a single thing since then."