So, she had done the next best thing. Hermione had found a new hideout, some half-blood’s place, and bought a dog crate. There her pet remained during most hours of the day, curled up on the plastic floor until she had use of him. Whenever she did let him out, it always took a couple of minutes before he could walk and most of the time he just ended up back on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs.