Prologue: Leaving on a Jet Plane
Harry Potter and his friends and guests cluttered around Terminal A14 at London's Heathrow Airport. Harry had purchased six seats in first class, and Mr. Weasley, especially, was bouncing off the walls with excitement about the fact of Muggle Technology for seven weeks. Mrs. Weasley hugged and kissed them all good-bye, and they were off. As they approached Airport Security, a radio announcer came on, whereas just seconds before, I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane had been playing. "Excuse the interruption, ladies and gentlemen, but it has just been announced by Pacific Grove Hospital in California that popular singer John Denver is dead in a plane crash. In other news; American Airlines Flight 432 to Boston departs in five minutes."
"That's us." Hermione hissed, and they rushed the terminal. They were checked through, and the boarded, taking their seats just as the doors closed. As the Flight Attendant began the usual chat about safety, and the location of aircraft sick bags, Harry looked out the window next to him, and saw the tarmac slowly begin to inch away from him, they were taxing. As the Flight Attendant sat, the plane lifted up, into the sky, as graceful as the eagle, and yet as slow and clunky as an Apollo Rocket.
And so, the 10 hour Trans-Atlantic flight began. Harry was fortunate enough to get a good meal, Pat de fo grs, with toast, marmalade, and a nice platter of deviled eggs for breakfast, and lobster with lemon and butter sauces for lunch. The in flight movie, as it usually was, was a thing only most people in Coach strained to hear. Harry, and the rest of the group had seats up the right side aisle for three rows, and on top of it all, they had some of the most excellent airline food ever made – Which is a miracle anyone would love.
Finally, a couple hours later, they touched down at the Boston airport.