The moment Hermione fixes his glasses, he chuckles and sends her an amused smirk. "Thanks for that," he said before nodding in agreement. "Which means we need to start a list of everything we need to do. Thankfully, we have around nine hours to plot and plan."

Hermione wasn't wrong. Molly Weasley was all of those things and doubly so with Dumbledore behind her. "Agreed, we need the cloak. I should receive it back come the holidays but... perhaps there's a way to get it sooner." He was, after all, the Master of Death after putting together all the Hollows.

He paused considering what she was saying and thought of it. "Herself? Do you think she could have sacrificed herself to achieve it, knowing she'd get a 'do over' essentially?"

"Definitely." There was absolutely no hesitation in his voice when he said it. "The first time around, the whole gang came through the muggle way, talking loudly about the platform and muggles in hopes that I'd overhear it." Honestly, Harry didn't recall how he'd gotten on the platform this time but he had assumed it was the same way. "If they'd gotten here later then, she definitely told Ron to be on the lookout. They want the gratefulness of an eleven year old Harry Potter to welcome Ron." There was not a single doubt in his mind that that's precisely what happened.

Now that the train had pulled away from the station, Harry withdrew his wand and whispered a spell that would reveal any tracking mechanisms on their luggage, not surprised at all when pieces started glowing. "Well that will not do," he said, considering the options. As an adult, it wouldn't take much to undo it but he had full use of his magic then. Now, he was a half starved eleven year old boy who didn't have full use of his magic.