The end of the school year was coming to an end and the trio of Tiff's friends were sad. They weren't able to say their good-byes to their fairy friend who taught them how to mind travel. When Harry told Dumbledore the message that Tiff told him to deliver, Dumbledore came back saying that the previous village for the Rose Petal fairies was gone. It was just a deserted space of land in the forest. Dobby had been very upset with the news that he started to sit in a corner in the kitchen and cry accusing himself for Tiff's disappearance.
"It couldn't have that bad." Said Hermione the day the group was getting on the train leaving Hogwarts. "I mean, she couldn't have died in a bad way. She died in a heroic sort of way."
"Still, she was fun to be around." Said Ron. "She always made life here a little better than it used to be, and Harry didn't have to try and save the school from anything this year."
"Harry, you alright?" Hermione asked when she looked over at Harry. "You've barely said a thing since the day you got back to the school. We nearly died when your and Tiff's body disappeared from the room we were in."
"It's just that I wish we could've done a little more for Tiff." Harry said.
"So Potter I guess you can't rescue any one now." Snarled a voice.
"Tiff had told me just keep on going no matter what Malfoy."
"Well, I sort of miss having her around. She always gave me something to do. She taught me things that my father couldn't get mad at me about."
Hermione and Ron stared at Malfoy. "Okay who are you and what have you done with the real Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Shut up!"
The train started to move and Malfoy left to go talk to some of his fellow Slytherins. The lady who pushed the trolley full of candy left the sad groups train compartment only three chocolate frogs less than she had before. For most of the train ride home Harry kept on replaying the scene of the beginning of the year when he first met Tiff.
"What is that!" Ron shouted. He had been looking out the window when a small blue blur passed. It had returned and was hitting against the window.
Harry looked up to it. He opened the window quickly to let in fly in.
"Harry what is that?" Hermione asked.
"A Path Guider. It looks like it has something." The Path Guider flew over to Harry and dropped a small package about the size of a quarter. Then it flew back out the window. Harry looked at the queer little package when suddenly it grew into the size of a postcard. On the front was a scene of green grassy hills and a little pond. The sky was blue and in the distance there were houses made out of grass, mud, and leaves. He looked at the back.
"What does it say Harry?" Ron asked looking at the card in Harry's hand.
"It says 'Think real hard.'" Harry thought for a moment.
"Do you think?" Hermione said.
"I think it is Hermione. We just have to think really hard."