Flying through the clouds wasn't fun. Or so the Hogwarts student's thought. They were on their way to a festival in Iceland and flying was the only option since it was a muggle festival. There was no adult accompanying them since they all were mostly 5th years or older. Capable of taking care of themselves, if necessary.
Each person was paired up with a buddy. This was to ensure that none of the students would accidently use magic. Harry was paired with Hermione. Ron was paired with Lavender. Fred and George were paired together. And Ginny was paired with Draco, who was the only Slytherin on this trip. All others opted out when they received the attendance list. But Draco was stubborn and refused to back out.
All the pairs were placed together on the plane and all were talking quietly amongst themselves. All except Ginny and Draco who looked more like stone statues than students. Both were staring straight ahead and not speaking a word.
Harry sighs as he looks out the window. They were flying over a ocean at the moment. Tiny islands dotted the water below. He shrugs and looks over at Hermione who was reading, Hogwarts: A History. He chuckles. "Hey Hermione. How can you read in a time like this? This is like a vacation. Not a class."
Hermione gives him a playful glare. "I'm allowed to read. Free country. Besides. I've been on a plane before. It doesn't excite me. It's rather boring." She then buries her head back into the book.
Harry shakes his head and looks back out the window. He blinks as he see's something grey and airy coming out of the wing. "Hey Ron. Is that stuff supposed to be coming out of the wing?" He looks behind him to his red headed friend.
Ron blinks and pulls his small window blind up and looks out. His eyes widen. "I don't know mate. Ask Hermione. Hey Hermione. Smoke coming out of the wing is normal. Isn't it?"
Hermione lays her book down and leans over Harry to look out the window. Her eyes widen. "Oh god. No. Smoke is not normal. We need to tell the pilots." She stands and knocks on the cockpit door. And receives no answer. She turns back to her friends. "I'm getting a funny feeling."
Harry stands and pulls out his wand. He mutters the unlocking spell and pushes the door open. He steps inside just a bit. "Excuse me. But I think something is wrong with the plane." He steps in further and stops dead in his tracks. Both pilots were laying face down on the controls, dead. He turns and rushes out, shutting the door behind him. "Guys. We have a problem."