Up, up, up the stairs she went with the baby boy in a blue blanket, the man carrying her suitcases, her lavender hatboxes, a dozen boxes of satin high heels.
He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the Cloak and flew to London?