            He shook his head, smiling sadly. "Wars are only lost, no matter which side you’re on. I need...I need you to tell me, Hermione. Before anything else about how you got me out, or what really happened with Malfoy, or what happened in the years since I left." He reached for her hand, drawing it into his lap. Fingers tight, secure. All the things home should be, not like the empty shell of her childhood house. "I need you to write me a list of their names."