Ron woke up in the couch in his room, and turned to Hermione, who was sleeping in his bed. He turned to her and whispered: wake up.
Hermione opened her eyes slowly and smiled. I"'m going to see my parents!" She said. She stopped smiling inmediatly. "What happens?" Asked Ron, concerned. "Nothing", said Hermione quickly. Nothing.
Five minutes after that, they were dressed and ready. They went to the kitchen downstairs, which had turned into the operation-center the last days. Mrs. Weasley was there already, waiting for them with hot breakfast and a ready chimeney."You won't leave until you eat everything. I have everything packed for you two. Two weeks, remember. Hermione, tell your parents that they are more than welcome to stay here if, you know" then she looked more serious. "Please, tell me that I am not making a horrible mistake by letting you two do this alone. I know that you are both adults but-" Hermione interrupted her "you are not, mrs Weasley. I swear.
"Very well then" she said. Looking down at their empty plates. "Time to go. You'll use the chimney to the house of my second-cousin Lucas that lives in Sydney. Good luck"
A minute after that, they landed in a room with clean floor and a big wooden table. A man was watching them with a flashlight and a little bag in one hand.
"Ugh, wizards" they heard him whisper. 'A flashlight' thought Hermione. Then Ron said it out loud. "You're the sqib!"
"Yes indeed I am" answered the old man, looking down at them. "And now, if you don't mind, I have guests coming over. I told your mother I would let you land here, but nothing else. Here you have everything you need -he threw the bag at them- I expect you back in two weeks. Now, off you go. The door is that way"
"But-" started Ron, but Hermione pulled him to the door before the boy had a chance to say anything. "Let it go Ron, we don't need him"
The girl opened the bag, and she found a map of the magic streets and shops of the city, muggle money and a little old phone. "What is that thing?" Asked Ron. "I think my dad had one of those in the garage." "It's a phone. People use them to call each other-" she stopped when she saw Ron's face, more confused that Neville in Snape's class. "Never mind" she said, "let's look for a place to stay."