I was asleep. Until Kreacher realised that the nasty blood traitor wouldn't get out of the fire until he'd got me to talk to him.

I've no idea what gets into him- Dumbledore, I mean.

But, honestly, now I've had a cuppa and a chance to think about it half a moment, it's not as if I haven't thought of having another. And, really, it wouldn't hurt me. What could it hurt?


Oh, but. I don't mean that to put pressure on you. I'm not assuming you'd want that.