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Who: Harry and Hermione
Where: Backyard of Order HQ
When: 14 August, 2001; early afternoon
Status: Complete

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"Just this morning. And not by owl. How she managed to get a word out, I have no idea, but it's something."

Hermione paused, just watching the Thestrals. They hardly seemed interested in her and Harry wandering about. Most likely someone else had already seen to them getting some food or they wandered off and got their own.

She glanced at Harry, at first confused, then realised that yes she had written about Michael and the intimate encounters they'd had between Christmas and the beginning of February.

"Ron doesn't know about that, no." Then the more she thought about it, the more she must have realised that Harry was completely in the dark about a lot of things and quite possibly her journal had only served to make things worse. "Ron and I... that happened shortly into our travels on the continent. It lasted for a while until the strain of what we were doing just snapped us apart. I went one way and he went the other."

"Michael arrived at the Order's old headquarters, Hogwarts, shortly after I did... and that just... I suppose it's difficult to explain, but it happened and I don't regret it. I hadn't seen Ron for a year and I didn't know if he'd ever come back."

She sighed. "But that's not the thing that I was talking about before. Michael has a big problem right now that Terry and I are trying to help him solve. He's my friend and I'm doing what I can to make him better."

Hermione leaned over and nudged him gently with her elbow, giving him a genuine smile. "I suppose you're not the only one with a 'saving people' complex..."