He sat with his chin resting in one hand, absently watching the students' dots wandering back towards the dormitories. "Shame we have to get it there," he said, and meant it. The thought of hanging around the little town where Harry'd almost died and You Know Who had been reduced to some unspeakably spooky thing wasn't a pleasant one for him, and couldn't be for Harry. He could only imagine. Ron looked up at him. "I mean, it'll be weird, won't it? Back where your parents died." But if that's where it was - that's where it was.