The smell of ash filled the tent, Hermione walked outside into the cold mildew air, pulling her sweatshirt around her to create heat.
"Chilly Day" said Ron coming up from behind Hermione.
"Looks like it, we haven't had one of these in a while."
There was something sinister about the sky; there was a thick fog. They fire that had been ablaze the night before was know ash, Hermione whipped out her wand, aiming it at the ash and the inferno was back.
Ron sat on a log close to the fire, warming his hands up.
"Harry still sleeping?" asked Hermione, while sitting on the same log
"No, Harry is just fine" said Harry popping his head out of the tent, and walking over to the fire. "So what exactly is the agenda for today?"
"Well, we should be leaving soon."
"What about breakfast?" Ron shrieked
"How can you eat at a time like this, we are walking into the most dangerous thing that we have faced and you actually want to consume food." Hermione was on her feet, passing back and forth.
Harry gracefully took her spot on the log beside Hermione. "More dangerous that Voldemort?"
"Harry, neither I nor Ron have ever faced Voldemort, I seriously doubt that we could manage."
"Speak for yourself" Ron squeaked "Me and Harry could take him on."
"Ron you can barely say his name without wetting yourself."
"So should we get going?" interrupted Harry, he could smell a famous Ron and Hermione squabble a mile away.
Hermione grabbed her nap sack, pointed her want at the tent, and it deflated and flew elegantly into her nap sack. She began to walk away without waiting for the boys, Ron began to run toward her, most likely to finish the conversation while Harry put out the fire.
"I'm just saying that Harry is more built for the emotional stress Ron."
Harry was right; they were back on the subject.
"Just drop it Ron" said Harry "so where are we going?"
"Well we can take public transportation, you're to easily notice. Lupin suggested brooms."
"Excellent" Harry whispered
"This is going to be fun" Hermione said sarcastically.
Harry and Ron grinned at each other; Hermione had never been good at flyer, one of the only things at Hogwarts that the both of them had been better at than her.
They had walked straight into a clearing, there were two brooms hovering in the center.
"Only two?" Ron asked.
"Hermione you better ride with me" said Harry
Hermione half heartedly smiled, walking toward the brooms. Hermione mounted the old broom first, and Harry after her. Ron was already in the air waiting. Harry shot into the air.
"Where are we going?" shouted Ron to Hermione
"London!"