  Finally the day had come and Charlie's friends were awaiting the dragon. Harry decided that it would be easier to go alone and not with a big group of people. So, with this in mind, he put on his old clothes he used when he was stealing out on the streets. A black, slightly, more then slightly, ripped, sweater with the hoodie pulled up. Black, ripped, joggers, and black, overly used and more than a little broken, runners. Harry knew that the easiest way to get around in a castle, especially one as dimly lit as Hogwarts, was black. He also wore a scarf the covered his mouth and nose before disappearing into the hood.