"I want to wear a cap when I die."
The sudden proclamation startled Hermione and Ron out of their argument, both turning to gape at the blissful looking boy.
"Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously, "What brought this on? You're not going to die anytime soon."
"Yeah mate." Ron thumped his friend on the shoulder. "You aren't dying with us around to save your skin in your time of need."
Harry smiled, eyes still closed and small smile on his face. "Oh it's just that, it might be sunny where I'm going, is all."
Hermione and Ron closed their eyes and hoped.
