By the third day her friends convinced her to take turns on the guard. She would still need to come to retrieve the memory reports, but the breaks would allow her to go home and take a shower and proper rest. Or something like it. Draco kept his reports short so he would not stray from his main objective. It was on the fourth day that things took a hopeful turn. Hermione was standing in her kitchen, palms grasping at the sink, looking out the window of her London flat, when Harry’s stag Patronus showed up. 