The voyage itself passed uneventfully. Although they rode their brooms in close proximity, no one was inclined to talk. Harry drifted off into his own thoughts, focusing on the freedom of flying and trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. After two days of travel, the group reached the inn where they had arranged to leave their brooms in order to continue on foot.
They received odd looks from the small village's innkeeper. Harry laughed when McGonagall explained that the keep had been told that they were a group of researches from a London institute. Clearly, their strange group looked like nothing of the sort.
They ate their dinner at the inn and stayed the night, women in one room and men in another. Moody was friendly enough to Harry, but the ex-auror was obviously focused on their mission and had very little to say to the younger man. He spent the majority of the evening reinforcing shielding charms and setting traps around the room.
Harry found himself overflowing with nervous energy. The Inn was so different from Hogwarts or the Dursleys. He was tempted to take a walk and enjoy the countryside, but was unsure if his traveling companions would approve. He lay down on his bed, wishing he had packed a book. However, once his muscles began to relax, he realized how tired he really was. Lying in the inn made him think of the time he spent in Diagon Alley just before his 3rd year. From there his thoughts turned to Sirius Black and, as he drifted off to sleep, to his parents.