The journey to Grimmauld Place was as Harry remembered it, in so much as he didn’t remember it at all. The only difference he was certain of, was that this time around, Moody hadn’t been dissuaded from making them fly through clouds for extra cover, and by the time they landed on the square outside Grimmauld Place, he was soaked, and physically frozen to his broom. While Moody set about dimming the surrounding lights with Dumbledore’s deluminator, an apologetic and exasperated Remus freed him from his broom and dried him off as best as he could in a short amount of time. The end result was that Harry felt vaguely damp all over.