Harry chewed at his lip a bit, thoughtfully. "You think we ought to wait that long?" he asked. It felt like they should rush. Like if they waited to long, someone else might get to it first, and then it'd be more trouble, more struggling to find it. But then running off right away, in the middle of the week, when people were doubtlessly reporting back to Voldemort where Harry was, and if he was still at school. . . that sounded daft too. Hogsmeade could work. No one would be able to say for sure where he wasn't. They could use the cloak to keep him hidden if they had to - all three of them were a tight squeeze, but if they had to, they could do it for a bit.
Harry looked at Ron and shrugged. "We take it with us? We can't just leave it about - someone will find it. Unless we can destroy it or figure out how before then - we'll just have to bring it back here until we do?" He smiled a little grimly. "Maybe if we just bash it with a rock it'll break?" he suggested. That would be nice. Unlikely, but nice.