Harry sat huddled in his borrowed clothes next to Charlie who drove at a fair clip. He pulled his hat lower to keep the icy wind off his eyes. It was the most stunningly beautiful morning. They had eventually left the house at around half past six, and Charlie said it would take around two hours to get to Scarborough. The snow and rain had stopped and the sky was clear. So clear that the stars seemed to go on endlessly. Everywhere was eerily quiet, the sound dampened by the covering of snow. As Charlie moved the horses steadily on Harry could do nothing more than sit beside him and lean on him to try and share some of the warmth from his body, and listen to the crunch of the wheels as they drove.
Charlie’s coat was a huge, many-caped affair and he had loaned him a similar one. He had wrap
