CHAPTER 6

Ever Ending Journey

"New York City?" Hermione said with a quizzical look. Harry nodded. "Well, we need to go to New York first before we can go to Camp Half-Blood," Harry explained. Ron looked confused. "Why would we need to go to New York City, Harry? Shouldn't we go straight to… um, that place you said about?" Ron asked.

"Camp Half-Blood, and it's because we might need Muggle transportation to go there, I just have this feeling," Harry said. Hermione sighed. "But Harry, I don't see how we can fly all the way across the Atlantic Ocean without resting," she said, looking across the ocean and the waves as they crashed against the beach.

Harry thought about it. "Hmm, maybe we can take a plane?" he suggested. They both seemed to nod in agreement. "Alright Harry, lead the way," they both said in unison. Harry nodded and they all headed to the Heathrow Airport.

When they got there, Hermione suddenly gasped. Harry ran over. "What is it?" he asked. "Where are we going to get money for the plane tickets?" she asked. Harry thought for a moment. "Hmm, maybe…" he rummaged into his pockets and pulled out about 300 hundred dollars. "Bloody hell, Harry!" Ron gasped, his eyes wide. "Where did you get this much money?"

Harry smiled. "That's a secret," he said. He then turned and walked towards the airport. "Let's go," he said. Hermione was also shocked at the amount of money that Harry had, but shook her head and nodded. "Come on, let's go, Ron," Ron was gaping like a fish as Hermione dragged him towards the airport.

Once inside, they looked for the plane that would take them to New York City. Over the intercoms, the announcer drawled out all the flights that were currently leaving. "Come on, we need to hurry," Harry said. He ran towards the counter where they paid for the tickets and put the money down on the counter. The man who was behind the counter eyed the trio. "3 plane tickets to New York, please," Harry said. The man nodded and gave him three tickets. Harry grabbed them and ran towards the place to get on the plane just as they were announcing, "New York is about to take off." The trio made it just in time and took their seats, wands in their pockets carefully concealed.

"This is going to be a long flight," Harry said.

8 HOURS LATER:

The plane touched down.

The trio had gotten a taxi and was riding down 5th Avenue. Harry was looking out the window looking out at the tall skyscrapers overhead. An hour later the taxi stopped in the middle of nowhere on Long Island. "Harry, this is the middle of nowhere," Ron said. Harry didn't answer and instead said, "Let's go," They all got out of the taxi and walked into the woods.

A/N:

(SORRY THIS WAS SO BORING, THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE A LOT BETTER)

(Also, I'm back from Summer Break.)