"I didn't realize I'd be leaving quite so soon," she shot back, giving Harry a dirty look as she dragged her trunk closer to her. Her foot bumped against something that jingled. "It's there." With a nod she indicated what looked to be an old iron keyring, rusty and useless, sitting in the damp grass. "If McGonagall finds out you came with me, you won't be wanting to come back either, you know," she warned, hoping perhaps Harry would come to his senses and stay put.