It turns out it didn’t really matter how fast or slowly they ran or even that they didn’t have Harry’s cloak. London was just as deserted as Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and the rest of the country. They ran past the National Portrait Gallery and she couldn’t help but stop as they passed Trafalgar Square. The top of the large column in the center toppled off at some point and its tip rose raw, exposed, and ragged toward the sky. 