Still, Hermione had been saddened to hear what had happened to her cottage in the elder forest. The mob of mortals had burnt it as they burnt her. She was long deceased by the time the Dark Lord had finally been called to the mortal plane by a frantic Sister Hill. She had tried to visit Hermione and had only found wreckage. Both she and Sister Whitegrove had wept at the Dark Lord’s feet for their friend. The only unblemished items they salvaged from the rubble were the Lovelace Grimoire, which had been protected by infernal magic beyond what the mortals could destroy, and the bassinette that had been warded to protect His son. It was in the room across the hall, along with everything else they would need when His son was born.