Ron could deal with evil witches and wizards, sure, but he does have a limit. Ancient Greek hell? No. No way.

"Mates," Ron said. "Do you realize how crazy this sounds?"

"Crazy?" Hermione asked, sounding offended. "How can you think this is crazy?"

"How can you think it's not?" Ron asked.

"We need to figure this out. We have to fix this!" Hermione replied.

"Ron, come on! Hogwarts isn't doing anything about it, so we have to!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"You want to go to New York, out of the blue, without a plan?" He asked.

"Oh Ron, for once I'm being the risky one! We'll sneak out of Hogwarts and apparate there! It's bloody genius!" Hermione exclaimed.

"She's got a point, Ron." Harry said.

"Fine but if we get expelled it's on you two." He replied.

"Great, pack up." She said, walking off to her room. "Only bring a backpack would you? I've got my endless bag."

"We're leaving now?" Ron asked, surprised.

"The sooner the better." Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

The three disappeared into their rooms, and quickly packed the necessary items that were needed.

"Harry," Ron said. "Am I the only one who realizes how bloody insane this is?"

Harry shook his head, while stuffing his bag with clothes. "I know. Why does Hermione believe in this so deeply in this? I mean I know we have to do this, believe me, I get it we've got the save the world, again. I just want one calm year."

Ron snorted. "You're Harry bloody Potter. You don't get calm. It just doesn't happen."

"Tell me about it." Harry muttered.

The three finished packing and met put in the common room.

"Do you all have everything you need?" Hermione asked, while adjusting the strap of her bag.

"Yes, Mione." Ron replied.

"Good," She said, looking around the room. "The coast is clear, lets go."

The trio snuck out of the room, wands in hand, ready for anything. Once they got down to the main floor, avoiding any of the paintings loud talking and Peeves jokes.

"What the hell are you lot doing down here?" A voice from behind them asked.

They whirled around and saw Draco Malfoy.

"Nothing, Malfoy." Ron sneered.

"Really Wesley we're going there? Where's your Weslette sister? I thought she joined your little group?" Draco asked, smirking.

"Don't speak about Ginny." Harry growled.

"Whatever Potter." Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "Where are you going?"

"None of your business." Ron said.

"Yes it is. I am head boy." Draco sneered.

"The lake!" Hermione replied. "Is that a problem?"

"Obviously," He said. "Go back to your dorms or I'll tell McGollagal. Don't want your head girl position revoked, do you?"

"Stop being such a git!" Hermione exclaimed. "God! How on earth did you become head boy you were a Death Eater!"

"You do realize I didn't have a choice, right?" Draco asked. "My father made me. Now he's rotting in Azkaban for it."

They group fell silent after that. No one had ever addressed Draco about his father since he was thrown rightfully so in the wizard prison.

"Now." Draco sneered. "Back. To. Your. Dorms."

Afraid of being questioned anymore the group marched up the stairs and to the rooms, with Draco following to make sure they got there.

"Now goodnight." He sneered, making his way down the steps.

I'm so sorry that this was a filter chapter and that I haven't updated in such a long time. Schools been sucking with so much work and I went on vacation and I was in my school play. Now that some of that's over I'll be able to focus on this more. More updates coming soon.