Early the next morning, the Ancient House of Black was silent. Even Mrs Black was tucked behind her curtain, not making a sound. Kreacher was hidden in his little corner, for once not speaking his mind. Mr and Mrs Weasley were in their beds, both minds full of tormenting thoughts of their youngest, and the latter of the couple having also cried herself to sleep. Anne and Eric had finally fallen asleep after staying up late talking. They wanted out of this world. Now they were sleeping, but fitfully. Tonks was curled up in her bed, dreaming of a certain werewolf. Her mind had temporarily been cast off the disaster of the day, but it wasn't long before her dream changed and it reminded her of what had happened. How she had let down so many people. Everyone had said that it hadn't been her fault, but how could she think else wise? She woke with a start to find herself heavily breathing. She sat up to calm herself down. As her breathing decreased, she listened intensively to the quiet of the Grimmauld Place. There was not one foot step, not one creak of a stair, not one turn in a bed to be heard. It was a peaceful silence. Tonks lay back down to sleep. Her restful breathing soon resumed and she was back dreaming about her favourite werewolf.
Had she still been awake a few minutes later, she would have heard a turn in a bed, a creak of a stair and a foot step. More than one in fact. As quietly as they possibly could, Ron and Harry slinked out of their room. Both were holding their shoes in their hands to decrease as much sound as they possibly could. Both wore black, which worked perfectly with Harry's jet black hair. However, it proved a problem with Ron's hair. It just made him stand out even more. To solve the problem, they had found a little black beanie hat for Ron to wear. It worked, but looked hilarious. It caused Harry problems of trying not to laugh every time he looked at his best friend.
'Shut up,' Ron grumbled at Harry again as his best mate stifled another giggle. Ron pulled the old beanie further down on his head. They had found in the back of the top shelf of their cupboard. It had been a little dusty- nothing a little shake couldn't fix. But that wasn't all. Previously it had been inhabited by some creature. It wasn't there when the boys found it, but it had left its imprint so strongly that no matter how far Ron pulled it over his flaming locks, the beanie still had a little lump at the top that stood up weirdly. So weirdly that Harry couldn't stop laughing.
As for their plan of finding the girls, the night before Harry had sat next to Tonks at dinner. He wanted to get as much info out of her that he possibly could about the whereabouts of the girls. It took awhile but he finally coaxed some information out of her. Kingsley had been performing searches for magical activity in any of the surrounding moors. He hadn't found much except there was a discarded piece of an old portkey and an ancient Hogwarts Prefect badge.