In the middle of the night, saint Mungo's hospital was very silent. Mrs Weasley had managed to convince Ron to sleep in a nearby bed and Harry had replaced him beside Hermione's tank. He was hald asleep when he fell a tiny hand on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear. "Wake up! Wake up please!" Opening his eyes, he saw a fragile silhouette. A young female house elf, wearing a boho dress and one of the hats Hermione used to knit to free the house elves.
"My name is Ilse and I was Mrs Granger-Weasley personal assistant. I have some answers to your questions but not here, it'd be too dangerous, give me your hand and I'll take you with me."

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Seated beside the tank filled with the death stopper potion, Ron was staring at his former wife, his eyes reddened and his face blank. Mrs Weasley embraced her son from behind, giving his the sweetest kiss on his cheek. "It's my fault, Ma" says Ron, in a miserable voice. "If I had only listened to Kreacher, he tried to help us understand what was that wretched artefact. But I had to jeer at him, I HAD to! We went to see Hermione, looking for answers, you know she always knew, Snape called her an insufferable knew it all, but the damn thing exploded! Harry had touched it, I touched it, it seems harmless, why did it explode? Sure, her parents are both muggles but..."
Mrs Weasley replied: "so was Harry's mother and I have learned that she had it in her hands too. Your Pa has reached out to Hagrid, that's how we've learned a little bit more. I doubt that even Aberforth thought it was dangerous or he would have destroyed it before leaving it to anyone. News of Hermione's accident is spreading like living fire, maybe someone will reach out to you, give you informations and we shall save Hermione. Don't give up hope, my son."

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Kreacher vexed, had vanished in a puff of black smoke before anyone could stop the old house elf. "Ron! What did you do? We were getting an explanation! Who is going to explain right now?" said Harry.
Ron shrugged. "It'll be easy to verify if he was just pulling your leg, let's see if the tombs he has mentioned have been recently touched".
Harry: "I'm the chief auror in the area, if anyone had disturbed a wizard cemetary, I believe that I would have learned the news and no one said a word."
Ron: "It could be too early, Aberforth has been buried only a few days ago."
Harry: "Hermione is our prime Minister and Kreacher implied that the Ministry knew everything, maybe we should begin by her."