Everything was a haze, a blur. Thankfully, Harry was an expert at counteracting this, and put on his glasses. The world sharpened, proving that it had been a good idea to buy them from Specsavers. Another good idea was learning Reparo. Harry shivered. There was a draft coming in, one of the house elves must have left the door open. He opened the curtains of his four poster bed and stared. He blinked. Then he stared some more.

He was staring at a tree. It was quite a tall tree, as trees go. All considered, it was a fairly average tree. The thing that was not so average was the fact that he was positive it hadn't been in the dorm the night before... and neither had the tree behind it... or that bush... or any of his surroundings, to be perfectly honest. Bar the bedside table and bed.

"Dobby... Close the door..." A familiar voice rumbled.

"Ron?"

"Hmmm."

"You may wanna look at this."

"Why? Wha- Merlins spotty underpants! What the hell is going on? What in the name of You- Know- Wh-"

"Shut up! Some of us are- Oh. B***** hell." Harry spun round and saw Hermione, eyes wide. She turned to look at him.

"Where are we?"