"That was your sister, wasn't it?" Potter asks. The man nods. "I know you are angry and bitter and you don't have faith in me, but I am going to ends this. By the morning, You Know Who will be dead." I stare ahead at the portrait then pat Granger's legs next to me when I see the girl coming back with a second figure following. The portrait hole opens and out steps Longbottom looking a little worse for wear.