CHAPTER 22: THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
Meanwhile, at the ‘Support Harry Potter’ Party…
Hagrid’s hut stood stoic, with less footprints treading down the path these days. But this night was different. In staggered bursts, students snuck out of their four-post beds and made their way down the path under the cover of darkness. Ginny had suggested the night of the new moon, so there’d be less chance of wandering professors spotting students in the shadows.
Ginny waited in a puffy chair near the entrance to the common room. She was moments away from dozing off, but Neville finally arrived.
“Are you ready to go?” he half-whispered. Neville wasn’t very good at whispering.
“Yes. Shh!” They snuck out the portrait door and quickly made their way to the castle doors. Ginny hadn’t wanted Neville to have to leave by himself. His sneaking skills were about on par with his whispering skills. She didn’t mind, really. Ginny had grown rather grateful for Neville’s friendship over the past few months. Hogwarts was different these days and it was nice to have someone around who understood how she was feeling.
“I wish Luna were here,” said Neville.
“Me, too,” said Ginny.