Harry blinked at her, uncomprehending for a moment before he remembered that she knew, a fact he was still struggling to get his head around nearly a month later. With her eager face in front of him, he was suddenly regretting telling her anything though - he didn’t want her to have to worry about this, not at all, and so he angled for a more optimistic presentation of reality, "No," he admitted slowly, "but we know where it is, and we have a plan to get it, so don’t worry," it wasn’t a lie but it was hardly the whole truth.