The stable door opens silently, and Draco signals to her to stay by it while he goes into an empty stall that has no name plaque. She hears nothing but the rustling of straw, and in a few minutes, Draco returns, holding his Nimbus Streaker. It looks very thin and rickety to her. "Where are we going?" she asks, hoping it’s not far. Her question brings the destination to Draco’s mind, and she gasps, horrified.