Others came. Some she recognized. A few she had seen inside the Ministry only a short time before she had run away. She'd gone to school with many of them, even fought in Dumbledore's Army alongside a few. Plenty she only knew from being on the wrong end of their wand. Or, rather, they knew her from being on the wrong end of hers. A steady stream of arrivals continued well past the noon hour. About half-past, the last trickle wandered into the Zellers" home. She'd tried to keep an accurate count, but somewhere around thirty-one or thirty-two, she stopped. There had been too many pressing in at once to keep track.