The dragon might have been made of fabric, but because it was evidently so dearly loved by its owner, there was no difficulty using the tracking spell on it. Once it glowed blue, Hermione Disapparated away from the house, leaving Ginny alone with Rodolphus and the still stunned Wood. She arrived at a darkened street corner. With the midnight hour come and gone, most of the activity in whatever town she was in was non-existent. It was the sort of place where the residents were in bed at decent hours. She was worried that she'd made a mistake with the spell until she heard the distinct sound of a child sniffling.