"They're going to trial?" Audrey's voice was a breathless gasp, and Harry wondered if some of it was on account of her still trying to catch her breath from being caught in the middle of such a bloody hot shag. He glanced up out of the corner of his eye to see the pretty witch tugging her loose bodice up over her breast, now safely tucked back into its bra cup. She looked flushed and sheepish. For a moment, Harry considered again the suggestion Ginny had made to him that day in Hogsmeade, about allowing her brother and sister-in-law to let Grimmauld Place while they continued to hunt for a flat. Judging by what he had just walked in on, it might actually do everyone in this still-full house a world of good. "The surviving Death Eaters? Even... even Slytherins? What if.... what if they're minors....?"