Hermione Granger had been soaring through the early morning for at least twenty minutes. She did not know where she was heading, or what she was going to do with her future. All that her mind could currently focus on was escaping from Bristol.

She had known something like this would happen, long before she had been reunited with the time-turner. She was a likely target:- friend of Harry Potter, Voldemorts enemy, a Muggleborn, a member of the Order of the Pheonix - the force defending the world from Lord Voldemorts evil grasp. She had already sussed that by killing her, Voldemort would be able to lure innocent Harry to search for herself. Would he find her?

She shuddered, and focused her restricted vision through the cloak to below her. She was still in Bristol - the Firebolt Dumbledore had sent over was a little faulty and painfully slow. With every jerk the broom made as she swerved above the city her heart leapt. Remembering the time when Harrys broom had been cursed, Hermione realised she was vunerable to attack, invisible or not. She soared upwards, with jolty feeling in the pit of her stomach. How can Harry do this so often, she thought, as she struggled to keep her balance.

And then she saw them, like she had in her minds eye as she had left her home. Raging, furious fires boardered the outskirts of the area. Thick black smoke drifted upwards, surrounding her, engulfing her. She began to cough.

Hermione clutched her hand over her mouth and took long, deep breaths as she shot higher above the scene. Her asthmatic condition had caused that to happen. Pityful. She had almost had a fit during the first task watching the dragons in the Triwizard Tournament.

Angry mobs of wizards swarmed the place. The Dark Mark hovered above them. It was right in front of her broom tip. She shuddered again, and passed through it.

The broom wavered.

And then the invisibility cloak swept off her as she plunged down through the clouds and smoke into the smouldering ash that represented southern Bristol.

*

"Now calm down, Harry dear," smiled Mrs Weasley comfortingly, "It'll turn up soon, don't worry."

Harry was found it difficult to eat his porridge. No matter how the Weasleys tried to cheer him up, nothing could take Harry's mind of the fact that his Invisibility Cloak was missing. Was it connected with his dream?

His spoon swooped in and out of the sloppy breakfast before him, flicking Percy small flecks of grey goo.

Ron wandered over to the wireless in the corner atop the lamp and switched it on. The Wierd Sisters new song blared through the kitchen of the burrow.

For five minutes everyone covered their ears exept for Ron, Fred and George, who looked like nodding dogs in the back of a car. Once the song had finished, there was a small discussion of air congestion, and then the news.

"And top headlines across England today," announced the reporter, "The Quidditch season is dawning, and the first match against Mexico is to be played this upcoming Sunday. What do you think the outcome will be, Markus?..."

They continued in this tone for some time, until, "and top headline, the devastation of fires and mass destruction in Bristol. Rumoured to be the work of the Death Eaters, the Dark Mark is there and there are muggles and muggle-borns being tortured there. Scary stuff, eh!"

"Oh my!" Cried Mrs Weasley, "Do we know anyone from Bristol, Arthur?"

"No," replied Mr Weasley, obviously trying to sound calm but failing miserably, "only Galidus Mugbuggy, but he lives in a floating castle above the river."

Ron and Harry glanced at eachother. They were thinking the same thing. Where does Hermione live?

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out one of Hermione's previous letters. He looked in the top right hand corner for an address, and gasped in shock.

Bristol. Hermione lived in Bristol.