"We could always ditch the journal somewhere," Harry pointed out. "Or burn it."
He was in favor of that last option, actually. Burning the note that he'd written to the people on Crouch's list had been oddly satisfying, even though it had ruined any chance of Miriam Strout seeing the danger coming.
"Or," he continued, "I don't know. Maybe there's some kind of protective charm for that too?" If there was one, he was sure Hermione would know it, or be able to find it. Though her own personal library might be somewhat limited when it came to magical journals, he really had no idea. She'd known a charm to belatedly ward his first journal entry private, which was something, anyway. "Even if we have to give up in the end and let the people on the list fend for themselves, at least we would have tried."
Which was really not a comfort to him at all. When it came to people's lives, either they were saved, or they weren't. But Harry was incapable of sitting by and just letting it happen, even if he was a little bit defeatist about whether any of their plans would succeed.