"I still don't see why we have to take a plane!" Ron whined for about the thousandth time in the past hour.

"I already told you," Hermione said angrily. "Lupin wanted us to, because Voldemort is monitoring the Floo Network and he couldn't Apparate us all at once."

"Well this sure isn't a day playing Quidditch," Ron muttered under his breath. "I feel like I'm flying in a tin can."

"Just focus on the mission we have ahead of us," Harry said. He did not want another row between them right now. He just couldn't take it, with Voldemort getting stronger every day. "Voldemort was last seen in South America with several of his Death Eaters. Lupin told us the rest of the Order will Apparate and meet us at the airport."

"At least you guys have some great company on this 'tin can'," a voice said from behind them. The trio turned around to see Fred and George in the seats behind them with an older man who was asleep.

"It's more of an insult to us," Fred said.

"Because we are experienced Apparators," George said.

"But Mum didn't want us to Apparate across the ocean."

"She said we weren't that experienced."

"And it was too dangerous."

"Well, Harry, Ron and I have some important things to discuss than why you two are here with us," Hermione said, then added with glares at both of them, "In private."

"Come on," George said, giving Hermione a puppy face.

"There can't be anything you can't discuss with your future brother-in-laws," Fred said, with a matching puppy face. Hermione glanced at Ron, who had looked away pointedly, his cheeks bright red. Hermione sighed and cast an invisible sound charm over Ron's, Harry's, and her row so that whatever they were saying couldn't be heard by anyone else. Hermione smirked and turned back around in her seat.

"So…" Hermione said, not quite knowing what to say.

"Why do I have to have the window seat?" Ron complained.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said, placing her head in her hands. They sat there in silence for a few moments, before a pecking noise could be heard. They looked outside the window to see a brown owl struggling to keep up with the plane. Ron quickly glanced around before opening the window, taking the i Daily Prophet /i out of the bird's beak, and dropping a bronze Knut into its leather satchel.

Hermione reached over and took the paper out of Ron's hands. "I'll take that."

"Well, in that case, you owe me a Knut," Ron said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I never get to read the paper."

"Ron, just shut up," Harry said. His voice had gotten deeper, but people hardly noticed any more. Ever since Voldemort had sent his Death Eaters into the Ministry, he had mostly kept to his self. He had a lot on his mind, and couldn't risk telling Ron or Hermione any of it, incase they got hurt. Somehow he just knew Voldemort wasn't in South America. He wouldn't have just let himself have be seen and then stayed there. It must have been a trap.

"Okay, listen to this," Hermione said. She set the copy of the i Daily Prophet /i in her lap and read off the front cover, " i Several Auror Teams and Ministry Hit-Wizard Squads have reported that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is no longer in South America. Having searched most of the continent, they have not detected as much as a whisper from the Dark Lord. However, they are going to continue their search in several surrounding countries. Rumor has it that he has made his way onto an uncharted island and is currently residing there /i . What rubbish. A deserted island? I wouldn't be surprised if Rita Skeeter wrote this article."

"Maybe it's true," Harry said. Hermione and Ron turned and looked at him with confused and worried expressions. "I've been having a strange feeling lately, like Voldemort wasn't where everyone thought he was. Every time I think about it, my scar hurts. Maybe he is somewhere that can't be found."

"Well, maybe we should sleep on it," Hermione suggested. "After all, it is late."

Harry and Ron agreed, but Harry just pretended to be asleep for about half an hour. When he looked over at his two best friends, he saw that Ron's arm was wrapped around Hermione and her head was on his shoulder. Harry smiled. At least they could have each other in these times of hardships. He always knew they'd make a good couple once they got past the bickering. Harry turned around in his seat and saw Fred and George asleep as well. It seemed the whole plane was asleep. He checked his watch. It was three in the morning. They'd be in South America in eight hours. As much as he tried to stay awake, to avoid the nightmares of people he loved being tortured by Death Eaters, he couldn't help but to close his eyes and begin drifting off into a sound slumber

Harry awoke with a start to hear a loud beeping noise and people screaming. He glanced at Ron and Hermione. It looked as though they had just woken up as well - Ron looked surprised at having Hermione so close to him, but Hermione was holding on to Ron's arm, a terrified expression on her face. The flight attendant came on over the speaker. "Attention passengers - We are experiencing mild turbulence."