After a few months, there was talk of all five of us being paroled. We had no idea why. It didn’t make sense. Why would the Dark Lord or any of his minions want to let us off? Was something going on outside our cells? No. More likely, they were just messing with our heads, and that’s what I chose to believe. Of course, it didn’t matter to me, really. Even if the others got off, I would just be handed over to Dolores Umbridge and her Muggle-Born Registration Commission, and I’d be back where I started.