Hermione was flying. Her weighless body was traveling at an exhilarating speed under the cloudy London night sky. She was wrapped in black tendrils of smoke that warped leaving a trail behind her. There were others. Six human figures were escorting her in her journey. They were dressed in dark robes and wore silver masks hiding all of their faces but their eyes.. She could sense their presence in her tingling skin, they were all connected. 