Late in the evening on Friday 30 May, a ghostly otter hove into view before Minerva and Remus, standing on its hind legs to peer up at them. Hermione's voice came from it, low and rapid and tense as a drawn bowstring, but clear and lucid nonetheless. "Trouble. The Dungate ghosts told Luna they expected a murder here tonight. Later she heard somehow that Bella's shaken loose from Azkaban with a wand. I just saw Dawlish and Robards leave in a tearing hurry, so something's badly wrong. Draco's herding everyone out -- best I could do, I'm thinking on my feet. Luna's warning our folk here. Nev and I are for St. Catchpole after this. We'll tell the DA. Send orders if you have 'em."