She didn't say anything, though, as we drove back home. Dad was the only one still up when we got home, and he just nodded at us and went back to napp...ng in the chair with the TV on. So when I threw off all my clothes and crawled into bed I still had no idea when Sandy would try to kill me or something. I was almost asleep when I sensed the door opening and the hall light shone into my room. I could tell it was Sandy, because I could see an obviously female form. I got ready for the war to. And that leads me to this: Lee Anne's fatheris, among our members, a cross dresser." Once again, she looked formy reaction. I was more than shocked at this point. "That's right LeeAnne," Mrs. Jackson emphasized, her eyes filled with concern andcompassion for me as she revealed this detail about my father that Icould never have imagined. "It appears the old adage, 'like father -like son', is true in this case. Your father has the same tendenciesthat you appear to have."I couldn't speak. I was. And, even if he did, by now Voldemort’s men have regrouped and have him.” Harry couldn’t process the possibility. He’d watched as Patrick died and now… now Neville and… and maybe Hermione. Why hadn’t she come to the castle? She and Grawp were first over the outer wall. He clenched his hand, feeling anger ebbing just below the surface – anger he’d not felt since last year. “We can’t lock the doors!” snapped Harry. “Her… Hermione might still try to get in.” “The doors are not locked, Harry,” said. 'What can I do for you, Miss...?" I'm Bertha, Bertha Snodgrass. (her name was as melodious as her appearance.) I need you to find a missing person,"...as she slid a photograph across the table slowly, like revealing an iffy poker hand.Peeking at it, suppressing the urge to scream, cry and/or vomit, I was looking at the ugliest woman ever seen outside a Grimm's fairy tale. Her toothless smile meant I could rule out dental records. She looked like the love child of Clint Howard and Joey.