Harry flinched, he always hated it when people called him "boy'. Still, he entered the house and placed the homunculus in the chair in front of the fireplace. "Expecto Patronum!" All of a sudden, all exhaustion and desperation were washed away by the gentle glow of his patronus. Gently Harry reached out as if to pet the light-figure. "Prongs," he whispered. The stag gently "nudged" his hand. Though Harry could not feel a physical touch, he felt energy travelling up his arm, filling his body with light and love. The Dark Lord cleared his throat. "Right, please, find Hermione, but don't let yourself be seen. Not even by Ron. Tell her to find Moody and that he should bring her along when he returns to his Lord. I ... tell her not to tell anybody else. Please."