It had been a long day for Harry and his friends. If it wasn't running from Voldemort's cronies, then it was begging for money on the street corner because, for some reason or another, his account at Gringotts was frozen indefinitely.

"Stupid people," he muttered.

Hermione looked across the small campfire at him and asked, "Did you say something?"

"No," Harry replied, "Just muttering to myself about nothing."

Ron smiled, "That's a bad habit, Harry. Seriously, keep it up and someone will think you're bloody mad."

Harry smiled weakly. It hadn't escaped his notice, either, that Ron and Hermione were sitting incredibly close. Something more than comforting vibes was going on between them, that much was obvious.

Ginny scooted closer to Harry causing him to sigh inwardly. It wasn't that he didn't like her because he liked her a lot; it was just that he felt like something was missing whenever he was with her.

Something real, concrete… something he could be satisfied with.

Ginny felt him tense up and looked up at him, "Something wrong, Harry?"

Harry forced himself to relax before answering, "No, I'm just tired." Harry faked a yawn and continued, "I think I better go sleep."

Ginny gave him a half smile and scooted away to let him up. Harry didn't smile back.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny watched him walk a little away with concerned eyes.

"I'm worried about him," Hermione finally said, breaking the silence.

Ron nodded, "It's been hard on him, losing Dumbledore and all."

"Yeah," Ginny agreed, "he's just not the same anymore."

Harry rolled over and said, "My ears still work you know."

All three at the fire muttered their apologies and fell silent once again.

After about thirty minutes of sitting and listening to the fire crackle, Ginny yawned and said, "I'm turning in." Hermione and Ron agreed and followed Ginny over to where Harry lay, fast asleep.

It only took them five minutes to completely knock out, with Ron snoring slightly.

When the moon was high enough to cast enough light to see (but even that was hardly enough to see any more than a foot in front of you) a small group of people stole over to the burned down campfire.

"Remember, snatch and go," hissed one quietly. The others nodded their understanding then walked over to Harry in a pre-calculated formation. Not that it makes any difference, but it was formation Alpha Beta Niner.

Once all the members where in position, formation Gnu Pi (or as one jokester of the group called it, formation Moo Pie), the one who had spoken earlier counted down on their fingers.

"Three…two…one!"

All at once Harry was put in a magic induced sleep, a pillowcase was pulled over his head and brooms were summoned.

Within five minutes the group, plus one, streaked their way across the cloudless night sky toward their HQ, all while yelling like banshees in triumph.