(Time Skip one year)

Hadrian stared as he was handcuffed to the side of a boat and thrown a threadbare, grey blanket.

He sat down and arranged the blanket as well as he could over himself with his hands behind his back.

He started to shiver and the grey rug transformed into a soft, thick, blue blanket.

It grew to his size, flew up into the air, and came down again, draping itself over Harry.

A man came over to him, seeming to not notice the blanket and whispered a spell.

Hadrian's magic tried to repel it but sleep was just so tempting... Hadrian closed his eyes and he knew no more.