Ginny turns to stare at Hermione and Harry open-mouthed. They are just as confused. Hermione runs to the place that Draco was, and she disappears. The other two follow her, and they immediately realize their location. It’s Malfoy Manor again. They see Draco tied to a chair. Yes, it was the same Draco who warned them, but not quite. “I have to go.” He says. “Um, you’re tied in a chair.” Hermione says. “Draco Malfoy may be... but what about me?” He says, or should we say she? He morphs into Bellatrix, but not in a Polyjuice way. In a Dark Magic way. He morphs back into Draco. “Help me!” He screams. “How?” Harry screams back. “I honestly have no clue!” He says. Ginny rolls her eyes. “We’re leaving, because thanks to you we ended up here!” She says. He morphs into Bellatrix again, and it looks extremely painful. “Thanks to him.... or thanks to me?” She says. With that, they get zapped out of the Manor. They fall through the sky, or, what looks like a sky. When Ginny touches it, it is not liquid nor solid nor gas, but a combination of them apart from the latter. Not humid, or mist, though, more like a cloud, that has been amplified, and compacted, and all the liquid was sucked out. Nobody knew quite how to described it. Hermione walked towards the sun. Yes, walked. It wasn’t hot, nor cold, but precisely the temperature of nothingness.