The Potter Timeline
Chapter 50 - A Harrowing Journey
When Harry, Hermione, and her parents stepped through the magical barrier onto Platform 9 3/4, in place of the scarlet Hogwarts Express sat a sleek blue train. On each car, the acronym 'I.C.W.E.' was emblazoned in gold lettering. And just as Hagrid mentioned, a sign with 'Not in Service' hung on the doors. And rather than a steam engine at the front, this train was led by a modern locomotive that would blend in perfectly at any muggle station. Harry could only guess that it was somehow magically powered.
The platform contained not a crowd of Hogwarts students and their parents, but a variety of wizarding folk who, also according to Hagrid, hailed from nearly every part of Britain. Most seemed middle-aged and older. There were a variety of wizards in business suits or robes, and witches equally dressed for work or for leisure. Several held large sacks as though they'd been on a shopping trip at Diagon Alley. A group of white-haired witches holding suitcases were listening intently to a wizard tour guide about to lead them on a holiday excursion. There were even a couple of bearded dwarves, each wearing a backpack and carrying a walking stick as though prepared to venture into the Lake District or the Grampian Mountains. And strolling among these wizarding folk were Ministry Aurors with their maroon robes and fierce expressions.
Harry and Hermione saw at least three of them. But neither recognized these particular three as being among the group wandering the school in search of Slytherin's monster. Nevertheless, it was clear these Aurors were on the lookout for something...or someone.
"They must be searching for your godfather," Hermione mentioned as one of them stared back at them.
"Probably so," Harry said with a frown.
He then turned and saw a kiosk set up not far from the barrier archway.
"Looks like we'll have to buy tickets for this train," he mentioned.
Hermione nodded and the pair walked toward the kiosk, leaving her parents with the trunk and Crookshanks' cage.
"Destination?" the grumpy-looking witch behind the counter uttered with a frown.
"Two for Hogsmeade," Harry told her.
The woman unrolled a long sheet of parchment and perused a list on it through a pair of rectangular spectacles.
"Hogsmeade, Hogsmeade...yes. WizEx No. 9 is scheduled to arrive at Hogsmeade Station at ten minutes to twelve this evening."
The lady stared at the pair as though to confirm. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances and Harry shrugged.
"That's fine," he informed the cashier.
"Very well, tap your wands here, please," she stated while pointing at a glowing red circle on the side of a black box atop the ticket counter.
"Our...wands?" Harry asked with a furrowed brow. The cashier frowned again.
"The Ministry is requiring all citizens identify themselves on any public means of transport. There's a dangerous escaped convict on the loose, if you haven't heard. We're required to make sure it's really you."
Harry and Hermione exchanged frowns before retrieving their wands and tapping the circle. The circle glowed blue after and the witch seemed satisfied.
"Right, then. That'll be four galleons each," she told them.
They pulled out the money and handed it to her. After dropping the galleons into another box, she handed them their tickets. Having secured the ride to Hogsmeade, the four moved to a nearby car. Harry and Mr. Granger carried Hermione's school trunk inside while the girl herself carried Crookshanks in his cage.
There were several compartments on the right side of this particular car. One contained a blond-haired wizard in turquoise robes, fast asleep with his head leaning against the window and his mouth wide open. Numerous fairies floated above him, glowing like fireflies and chatting with each another in tiny, shrill voices.
The next compartment was a two-bed sleeper, each couchette holding a person so large they appeared to be half-giants like Hagrid. Their enormous bare feet stuck out the ends of the beds from under a blanket and the pair snored so loudly, it made the compartment door rattle.
The third compartment contained a thin witch with frazzled, light brown hair and enormous, thick glasses which made her eyes look huge. She was squinting at an open book in one hand while twirling a wand in the other, magically stirring a cup of tea floating above the compartment floor.
Moving past this compartment, they found the next one to be empty.
Harry and Mr. Granger stepped inside and placed Hermione's trunk on one seat with Hermione placing the cage next to it.
"Alright, sweetheart," Mrs. Granger said while placing an arm around her daughter, "you two have fun at the castle."
"Thanks, mum," she replied with a sad smile.
Hermione then gave her father a hug.
"We'll see you at Christmas," Mr. Granger said to her. He then looked at Harry.
"And you're welcome to spend Christmas break with us this year, Harry, if you'd like."
"Yes. My parents always hold a large gathering at their house in Cornwall, if you'd prefer a family atmosphere for a change," Mrs. Granger added.
Harry grinned at Hermione who returned the same expression.
"I'd really like that," he replied with a warm expression at her parents. They smiled back.
"Very well, then, we look forward to it," Mr. Granger said while holding out a hand to the boy, "and good luck with your classes this term."
"Thanks, Mr. Granger. See you both later," Harry responded with a handshake.
The Grangers left the compartment and closed the door behind. The two teens sat down on the seat opposite the trunk and Crookshanks' cage. No sooner had they done so than a whistle blew outside, indicating the WizEx was about to depart Platform 9 3/4. They watched through the window as lingering travelers on the platform scurried into various cars. The Aurors themselves remained on the platform while observing this activity. Then finally, the train began moving.
Hermione reached over and opened Crookshank's cage. The big ginger cat stepped out onto the seat and gazed about him while sniffing the air. He then crawled atop Hermione's trunk and gave the teens a satisfied look before hopping over to the window, stepping up on his rear legs while pressing his front paws against the glass, gazing at the scenery passing by. Harry and Hermione looked at one another and chuckled. Hermione then opened her trunk and pulled out the copy of The Daily Prophet they bought in Diagon before meeting her parents at the pub. The girl sat back down next to Harry and held the newspaper across both their laps. Harry stared at the terrifying image of his godfather and then read the article out loud.
"Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban prison, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today..."
The article went on with Minister Fudge's comments on Black and defending his own actions of informing the muggle Prime Minister about the convict. Harry read through to the end of the fifth paragraph before stopping.
"...the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse..."
Harry looked at Hermione.
"Twelve years ago, when I was one year old. Hagrid told me that Black betrayed my parents and me to Voldemort at that time. But according to this article, he did more than that, he murdered innocents as well."
The boy's face soured as he stared once more at the picture above the article. Hermione's own face soured.
"That's terrible, Harry. But I wonder why he's just now escaping. Why after twelve years?"
Harry shook his head.
"I don't know. Maybe it's just taken that long for him to figure out how. But it doesn't really matter, does it? The fact is he's escaped."
The pair were silent for a moment, before Hermione read the final paragraph in the article.
"Harry, look at this last part."
"...Minister Fudge is cautioning all magical citizens to be wary of Black and if he is sighted or encountered, it should be reported to the authorities immediately. 'I've placed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on high alert and dispatched our finest Aurors across the country in search of this killer,' the Minister stated, 'I've also enlisted the aid of the Dementors of Azkaban who will be scouring our communities for the convict. As such, I'd advise caution if you happen to encounter one.' How many Dementors Minister Fudge has enlisted, however, has not been confirmed..."
"What are Dementors?" Harry asked.
"I've read about them, briefly," Hermione answered, "they're horrible, phantom-like creatures that are supposed to suck out your soul. They're the ones who guard Azkaban which is probably why so many people who go there wind up mad."
Harry nodded before folding the paper up. He then gazed out the window as the train sped up, lush green countryside fleeting past.
"I want to ask Professor Dumbledore about this," he said then turned to the girl once more, "he seems to know a lot about what happened when my parents were murdered. Perhaps he has more insight into who Sirius was and what exactly he did."
"Perhaps so," Hermione answered.
She took the paper and placed it back in her trunk, then retrieved something else.
"Here's the photo I was telling you about," she said while sitting back down and handing it to Harry.
He saw the man in question on one side of the photo next to a group of tourists about to enter the iconic Venetian church on San Marco Plaza. He was staring back at the camera taker with a rather mean or annoyed expression.
"You're right. He isn't a very pleasant-looking fellow. I certainly wouldn't want him on my bad side, whoever he is," Harry said, "but hopefully his appearance in Venice was just a coincidence, like you said."
"Hopefully so," she replied while taking the photo back.
Hermione placed it in her trunk and closed the lid. By now, Crookshanks had crawled up under the seat and was investigating the floor, perhaps searching for crumbs. Hermione returned next to Harry.
"So, what happened on Saturday?" she asked, turning to face him with a very interested look.
Harry smiled and then recounted his apparition with Dumbledore to the Gaunt ruins, finding the ring behind the fireplace stone, and then witnessing the spell the headmaster used to destroy the Horcrux.
"That sounds exciting! I wish I'd been there," Hermione said with a tinge of jealousy.
Harry smirked.
"It was exciting," he responded, "and I'm glad another of Voldemort's soul pieces is destroyed."
Hermione nodded.
"No doubt. And it's obvious now why the headmaster would want you to take ancient runes."
"Indeed. That and arithmancy might be really helpful in the future. But what Dumbledore mentioned about the stone in the ring has me puzzled. I've never seen him so shocked over something. The question is what the symbol on the stone means and how the stone itself might be a powerful weapon. When we talk to Dumbledore next, I intend to ask him as I didn't get a chance last time."
Hermione, biting her lip in thought, got up and opened her trunk once more. She pulled out one of the quills Harry had given her for Christmas their first year along with a small ink well and sheet of parchment.
"Can you draw the symbol?" she asked, fiery curiosity clearly getting the best of her.
"Sure," he said with a grin while taking the items.
He dipped the quill into the well and then drew a crude version of the line within a circle within a triangle. He then handed it to her.
"Does that look familiar to you?"
The thirteen-year-old held the parchment with both hands, intently gazing over Harry's sketch.
"No, it doesn't. But I imagine there must be information about it somewhere, especially if Dumbledore recognized it. Perhaps there's a book in the library about it. We could do some research before term starts."
"Agreed," he said.
Hermione returned the quill, well, and parchment to her trunk, closed the lid, and sat next to Harry again. She then took his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder. He leaned his head on hers.
"I'm glad to be back with you, Harry. I'm really looking forward to the next month," she said warmly.
"So am I," he replied, feeling that glow inside once more.
Suddenly, to their surprise, Crookshanks hopped up onto their seat and promptly laid down across both their laps, purring loudly and seeming blissfully content with his new circumstances. Harry and Hermione chuckled again. Hermione then gave the feline a gentle scratch behind the ears.
Over the next hour, she described her holiday in Italy to Harry with a lot more detail than she could in an owl post. Harry found himself fascinated by what the girl and her parents saw and did in the ancient Roman land. Then, the door to their compartment opened and instead of an elderly witch pushing a trolley full of candy, a young wizard with jet black hair offered them refreshments of a more mature nature: handheld shepherd's pies, fresh-made potato crisps, various sausages, and savory puddings along with libations such as tea, coffee, Butterbeer, and even travel-size bottles of Ogden's Old Firewhisky.
The teens each bought a hot shepherd's pie and a bottle of Butterbeer for dinner. Hermione placed Crookshanks back in his cage and fed the cat some food she bought from the witch at Magical Menagerie: Feline Feasties, mouse-shaped cat food nuggets. The three compartment dwellers enjoyed their dinner while Harry and Hermione gazed out the window, watching the English countryside go by.
Several times, the WizEx stopped at muggle train stations on its way north. And each time, muggle travelers would stare at the train in puzzlement, some gazing through the window of Harry and Hermione's compartment but seeing nothing, thanks to the invisibility charm. Then, around a quarter past ten, the sun had all but set and a full moon shone inside a clear summer night sky as the magical train headed into Scotland.
Hermione, her arm wrapped around Harry's and her head on his shoulder again, was fast asleep. Crookshanks too was asleep, laying on his back in his cage with his bowlegs splayed out, his little belly moving up and down. Harry watched the night scenery pass by for a while before dozing off himself.
BANG!
He awoke with a start at the loud noise. Hermione jolted awake as well, glancing around in confusion. Gazing out the window, they were both surprised to find the train had stopped. At first, Harry thought they had arrived at Hogsmeade and the car they were in was too far back of the station platform to see it. But something about the view outside didn't seem right.
"What's going on?" Hermione wondered.
"I don't know."
He got up from the seat and stared out both ends of the window, trying to get a better glimpse of where they were.
BANG!
The entire car shook as though a giant hit it with his fist. Wide-eyed, Harry gazed at Hermione who gazed back the same. The shaking car finally woke Crookshanks and the cat flipped onto his feet, looking about in fright.
"There it was again," Harry said. Hermione frowned.
The lights in the compartment suddenly went out and the pair found themselves in total darkness save for moonlight filtering in through the window.
"Lumos!" Hermione uttered, holding her wand out.
Harry followed with his and the two stood deathly still as an eerie silence crept in. Harry moved to the compartment door and was about to unlatch it.
"Harry!" Hermione uttered.
He spun around. The girl had lowered her wand and was pointing at something outside the window. Harry stepped back to it and peered outside. The Scottish hills in the distance were illuminated by the ghostly light of the moon and a thick mist hung just above the ground beneath them. And there, out of the mist, appeared several dark silhouettes, like figures wearing black cloaks with hoods. The figures seemed to hover above the ground and slowly float in the direction of the train.
Harry's heart pounded at this creepy sight. He looked at Hermione to find her face full of concern.
"Wait here," he told her with a grimace, "I'll go see what's happening."
The girl nodded with a worried look, reaching over to grab Crookshanks cage and set it beside her. Then, just as Harry took hold of the door handle, the compartment suddenly went black - the light of the moon no longer shone inside, and the only light now was from their wands. Puzzled, he spun back around and both of them stared at the window in astonishment.
It was completely blacked out!
They exchanged confused looks. Hermione rose from the seat and slowly stepped toward the window while pointing her lit wand at it. When it was mere inches from the glass, she jumped back with a scream. Harry gasped. There, just outside the window, from behind folds of torn black cloth, two long, skeletal hands appeared and pressed against the window. The flesh on the hands was thin, pale, and frayed, like the decaying remains of a drowned person.
Hermione quickly stepped beside Harry. Crookshanks backed into the corner of his cage, hissing furiously, his thick ginger hair standing straight up. Then, the thing looked up from under its hood and stared straight at the horror-struck teens.
The hairless head of the creature was covered in the same, mottled pale skin as its hands and was stretched tightly around the skull. It had eyeless sockets and mere slits for a nose. Despite the lack of eyes, Harry felt a terrible cold run through his body as though the thing could see through him and pierce his very thoughts. He suddenly felt horrible as a deep sorrow and sense of misery filled his mind.
Then, the creature opened its mouth and let out a chilling, guttural hiss that caused the hair on the back of their necks to stand on end. But instead of a hot fog against the glass, which might come from a normal breath, the window froze, and a thin sheet of ice formed across the spot where the open mouth gaped.
They slowly backed away from the window, holding their lit wands toward it. But they stopped when they felt a cold chill behind them. Turning around, the two were startled as another creature appeared in the corridor outside the compartment door. It moved in front of the door and stared at them through the window.
They were trapped!
The creature now twirled its fingers in the air and the handle on the door began moving. Hermione quickly pointed her wand at the handle.
"Colloportus!" she uttered.
The handle locked in place. The creature let out an ear-splitting scream of fury.
BANG!
It slammed its hands against the door, causing Harry and Hermione to jump. To their horror, the glass in the door began freezing and then started cracking. Harry took Hermione's hand as both pointed their wands at the thing.
"I'm guessing these are the Dementors," Harry uttered through intense breaths.
Hermione nodded.
"I've only read a little about them, and nothing I read mentioned how to stop them. What do we do?" she asked breathlessly.
For a moment, Harry thought of Fiendfyre, the spell Dumbledore cast to destroy the Horcrux. But he quickly scuttled this thought as he knew he wouldn't be able to control it like the headmaster even if he could somehow conjure it. And in this confined space, he'd most likely kill everyone in the car, including him and Hermione. But nothing else came to mind as his thoughts were rattled by the very presence of these dark beings.
"I don't know," Harry replied, feeling as though all hope was leaving him forever.
Expecting the creature to break through the door any moment, their horror was intensified when they heard the same cracking sound from the window behind them.
The other one was breaking through!
But before the Dementors could shatter the glass and enter the compartment, a bright light suddenly appeared from the left side of the corridor. The ethereal light pulsed in waves toward the Dementor, growing brighter and brighter. The creature hissed and raised its bony hands to shield its face from the light. Then finally, it turned and flew out of sight. The light grew even brighter, and Harry and Hermione had to shield their own eyes, turning away from the door. When they did, they saw the other Dementor outside the train flee and disappear into the hills beyond.
Turning back, Harry squinted at a strange sight. The light had come to a stop before the doorway and there, in the corridor, stood…a large bear! The animal's form was made of light and light waves pulsed outward from it, filling both the corridor and the compartment. But in an instant, the light disappeared and darkness took over. The teens lowered their arms.
Moonlight once more shone into the compartment behind them. Staring into the corridor, they saw that in place of the bear stood the silhouette of a man. Curious, Harry was about to open the door when the lights in the car came back on. They were both surprised as the man standing before them was now revealed to be a Ministry Auror. Not only that, but he had a familiar face:
Tonks' mentor, James Purvis!
"James!" Harry and Hermione both uttered in relief.
He smiled and reached down to open the door. But upon finding it locked, he glanced at the pair with an upturned eyebrow. Harry and Hermione looked at one another and chuckled. Hermione pointed her wand at the handle.
"Alohomora!" she spoke.
The lock released and James opened the compartment door.
"Hello, you two," he spoke, stepping just inside.
"Are we ever glad to see you!" Harry uttered with elation, Hermione nodding vigorously.
The Auror smiled at them.
"Yes, well, that was a rather nasty experience, wouldn't you say?" he said.
"Definitely!" Hermione said with a sour look.
"Thankfully you arrived on time!" Harry said, "we didn't know what to do!"
The Auror pocketed his wand and stared at them both.
"Well, I very nearly didn't make it on board. Apparition to a moving target is tricky and takes a lot of practice. When I disapparated, I found myself dangling off the back of the speeding guard's van with only one foot on the steps. If I hadn't grabbed the railing in the next split second, I would most likely be at St. Mungo's right now and we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Wow!" Hermione uttered wide-eyed, "you apparated onto the train? That's incredible!"
James smirked.
"Yes, well, I wouldn't recommend it, young lady, until you've absolutely mastered normal apparition," he said tongue-in-cheek. The teens chuckled.
Purvis removed a pair of gloves from his hands and deposited them in his robes.
"Anyway," he continued, "it's good I got to you two in time."
But Harry was puzzled.
"How did you know we were in trouble?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"I didn't," Purvis answered matter of fact.
The teens were even more puzzled. He continued.
"Just after I left the back of the train, I saw the Dementors appear from out of the moor over there," he said while pointing out the window, "and while I didn't want to interfere in their search, I knew better than to just sit still and watch. Besides, I was on a search myself...for the both of you."
Harry and Hermione exchanged curious looks.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
James crossed his arms.
"Minister Fudge issued a search for you, Harry," he replied with a look at the boy, "and he requested an Auror from the Department find you. As we knew one another from the ordeal at Hogwarts, I volunteered."
"Why is he searching for me?" Harry asked.
James stared at him for a moment, as though pondering what to say.
"Perhaps you've heard about a certain escaped prisoner on the loose."
Harry gulped and then nodded at the Auror.
"Sirius Black," he said, "we read about him in The Daily Prophet."
"Yes. But what the Prophet doesn't mention is why he escaped."
"Why did he?" Hermione asked.
"To find Harry," James informed them, "apparently, you're his target."
Harry and Hermione exchanged frowns, Harry guessing that his godfather was perhaps attempting to finish what Voldemort couldn't. James went on.
"Minister Fudge himself is witness to this. When he visited Black in Azkaban, he gave a copy of the Prophet to the man and something in the paper set Black off. According to Fudge, he had a crazed look in his eyes and started mumbling 'he's at Hogwarts, he's at Hogwarts'."
Hermione took Harry's hand and gave him a look of worry. Harry face soured. Purvis continued.
"So, Fudge wanted to make sure we got to you first."
"But how did you know we were on this train?" Hermione queried.
James smiled.
"I made some inquiries and the Department of Magical Detection informed me that a holly and phoenix feather wand, belonging to one Harry James Potter, and a Vinewood and dragon heartstring wand, belonging to Hermione Jean Granger, were registered at the WizEx kiosk on 9 3/4 in London at approximately 3:45 pm this afternoon."
Harry and Hermione gawked at one another. James continued.
"But by the time Fudge issued his order, the train had already been underway for several hours. It took some detective work to figure out exactly where the train was located, and I found it passed into Scotland only an hour ago."
The teens nodded. Harry thought for a moment, then looked at the wizard.
"If the Dementors are searching for Black, why did they try to come after Hermione and me?"
James' face took on a rather displeased look.
"The Dementors are foul, loathsome creatures, as you witnessed. And while they're supposed to be serving the wizarding community, I have my doubts as to their intentions. They'd just as soon attack the innocent as the guilty, in my opinion. Why Minister Fudge enlisted their aid in apprehending Black is a mystery to me. From my experience in dealing with the creatures, they wind up harassing and frightening ordinary citizens more than Black ever could. They prey, Harry, on a person's negative emotions, their bad experiences. It's like a magnet to them. And considering what the pair of you have been through, especially you, Harry, it's no surprise they'd be drawn to you both."
Harry and Hermione exchanged sad looks. Hermione then looked back at James.
"What was the spell you used to ward them off?" she asked with heightened curiosity.
"It's called the Patronus Charm, one of only a few spells that can repel a Dementor. It's very advanced magic and requires a lot of practice to master."
"When the Dementor fled, we saw a...bear of some sort. What was that?" Harry asked him.
James smiled.
"When someone does master the charm, Harry, if they become especially proficient at it, the Patronus manifests itself in an animal form, generally an animal associated with the caster's own personality or emotional state. My particular Patronus happens to be a bear, as you witnessed."
Harry and Hermione nodded. He continued.
"Now, concerning what's happened here this night, let this be a lesson to you both. Never ever point your wand at a Dementor unless you intend to use it, and that only if you know and can properly execute a spell that will repel them, such as the Patronus Charm. Understood?"
The two nodded again. He went on.
"Dementors are not the forgiving sort and are quick to swoop down on anyone whom they perceive to be a threat. And they are relentless. I've personally witnessed some of their attacks and they're horrific to watch. Let me just say that I wouldn't wish the Dementor's Kiss on my worst enemy."
"The...'Dementor's Kiss'?" Harry asked.
"The sucking-out-one's-soul part I mentioned earlier," Hermione told him. He nodded back.
"Precisely," James acknowledged before turning and opening the compartment door.
"Now then, you two remain here while I check the rest of the train to make sure the other passengers and the conductor are alright. Hopefully, we can be underway shortly. You're heading for Hogsmeade then Hogwarts, I assume?"
"Yes," Harry replied. James nodded.
"I thought so. Once we arrive there, I'll escort you both to the castle. After all this, you don't need to be wandering the road to Hogwarts by yourselves and certainly not at this late hour."
"Thanks, James. We appreciate that," Harry told him.
The Auror smiled. But then his face turned to surprise.
"Oh! In all the excitement, I nearly forgot to give you these."
James pulled two sheets of parchment out of his robes and checking them over, handed one to Hermione and the other to Harry. When Harry saw his sheet, his face lit up.
In recognition for
useful insight, outstanding teamwork, and exceptional courage under fire,
the Department of Magical Law Enforcement hereby confers upon
HARRY JAMES POTTER
the title of
HONORARY JUNIOR AUROR
On this day, 25th of March, 1993
Signed
James Purvis
Senior Investigative Auror
Amelia Bones
Department Head
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
Harry grinned broadly at Hermione who returned the same. He glanced at her parchment to see the exact same text, but with her name on it.
"Thanks, James!" they both uttered.
The man smiled once more.
"Yes, well, you both deserve it after all your help with the investigation at Hogwarts. The two of you saved lives. And I apologize for the lateness in getting these to you. Department operating procedure means wading through a sea of bureaucratic red tape when it comes to getting these things done. Otherwise, I could have had Headmaster Dumbledore present them to you before the other students during the final banquet of last term."
The teens nodded, nevertheless grateful.
"Right, then. Hang tight and I'll be back in a bit," the Auror told them.
"We will," Hermione replied.
The wizard exited the compartment and headed toward the front of the train. Harry and Hermione both sat down with Crookshanks' cage between them. The cat leaned toward Hermione and rubbed against the cage, purring loudly. Hermione placed the document on her lap and looked at Harry. He looked at her and sheer exhaustion suddenly overcame him.
"What a day!" he told her tiredly.
"I know!" she replied, "I'm really looking forward to getting to Hogwarts and crashing in my bed."
Harry smiled.
"So am I."