            He’s headed to the DMLE too, she thought, swallowing down the heartbeat in her throat. As the gears began to whirl, and the lift began to climb, Hermione couldn’t help but glance at the man. He was supposed to be locked up inside that foul manor, rotting away in his ornate prison. And yet he stood next to her, alone, and apparently unaffected by the turmoil swirling in her head.