Harry had no answers, just a whole host of new questions. He lined them up in his mind, as he drew his wand and began dislodging piles of earth right from the spot that Celesca had told him the bodies would be. When he reached the burial level, Harry pulled his own memory of the Ritual Chamber session with Luna’s daughter and lined it up over his vision, watching as it fell across the correct bones like the chalk outline at a murder scene.