From then on, the way up was easy. However, it was not as easy to ascertain who was responsible for the curse that finished off my father. I guess I'm lucky I don't know. One less problem to deal with now that I'm here. Say what one will about my father, but I'd probably have high blood pressure problems similar to Weasley's if I knew I was sleeping beneath the same roof as his murderer. (Or rather, in the same bunker, if my suspicions should turn out to be correct.)