AN: Another filler chapter, sorry. I really don't have time to update this today, but I felt like I needed to anyways. Again, I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter
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The boat left a few days later. It didn't take long to convince Ron and Harry to come alone with her to France. They were orphans, no one wanted them and they didn't want anyone. There was nothing left for them in England, so, they packed their few belongings and turned their back on the old crumbling shack they had called home for many years.
The trio had stolen new clothing to wear onto the ship, that is, new for them. The slacks had patched holes, as did the jackets. The shirts were too large, as were the shoes. It felt odd to them, shoes. After many years they had gone barefoot in the dirty streets and that had toughened up their once soft flesh. Overall, they looked like three young boys that had dressed up in their fathers clothing, even Hermione, who had cropped her hair the night before last because it had grown out to long.
As they reached the port, they stopped and gasped. The ship was enormous, the sides were painted a pure while color, and the sails were painted just like the Union Jack and the French flag. It seemed like hundreds of port holes were welded onto the side of the ship, people were looking out of them and waving to people lost in the crowd.
They looked at each other and gathered their belonging as they headed to the ticket man to get aboard. Hiding under Hermione's hat sat Crooks, purring away, not even knowing about the horror of sea travel that he was about to go through.
