Hermione getting to the Burrow

[dungrollin]

No: HPFGUIDX 118497


Juli asked: How does Hermione gets to The Burrow every summer?

Carol responded: 
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We don't know the answer, of course, because the narrator is telling 
the story from Harry's POV, not Hermione's, but I would guess that 
her family's house is not connected to the Floo network (that would 
probably violate MoM regulations), nor would the many Muggleborn 
students be issued portkeys. I'm guessing that her parents drive her 
to the Weasleys', since their home can be reached by a Muggle taxi 
(GoF). Or, if her parents are unavailable, she can flag down the 
Knight Bus. Of course, if she happens to be on the Continent when 
she's invited to the Burrrow, she'd probably have to grit her teeth 
and take a Muggle jet to get back to England. Who knows whether 
there's an equivalent to the Knight Bus in France? 

Ginger added: 
<snip>
Do we know where Hermione lives? For some reason I was thinking it 
was London, but that may just be the fruitflies in my head telling 
me stories. At any rate, we know she's in the UK. I just assumed 
(thinking that she was in London) that she just hopped the tube, got 
out near the Leaky Cauldron and asked Tom if she might borrow some 
Floo powder.

Even if she isn't in London, I'm sure there's a train or bus she 
could take to get there and procede with the aforementioned plan.
Of course, her family does travel, so it's always good to have a 
Plan B. Say, Carol, have you ever thought of being a WW travel agent?



Dungrollin adds:

You know, there's that bit in OotP that I always wondered about, 
when Hermione arrives in Grimmauld place and hammers on Harry's 
door...

Chapter 23, Christmas on the Closed Ward:
`I thought you were skiing with your mum and dad?'
`Well, to tell the truth, skiing's not *really* my
thing,' said Hermione.  `So, I've come here for
Christmas.'  There was snow in her hair and her face was pink
with cold.

Snow?  In London?  In December.  Not likely.  Pink with cold, sure.  
Wet through from the incessant drizzle, maybe.  Sleet, freezing fog, 
or showers of herring, possible; (hail, of course, is available at 
any time of the year, with no warning, though it's quite rare.) 
But snow? Don't let Bridget Jones's Diary confuse you, it just
doesn't happen.  (On the rare occasion that it does, it happens
in February.)

(If you're still not convinced, or horror of horrors, think
I'm exaggerating, there's absolutely no mention of snow (or
slush – the inevitable byproduct) on the journey to St.
Mungo's the next day.
 
If you think that JKR might have just forgotten to mention it, they 
get to St. Mungo's on the underground, and any Londoner will tell 
you that the first thing that happens on those exceptional occasions 
on which it *does* snow in London, is that all public transport 
stops working immediately.

JKR lived in Clapham for a while; unless she's forgotten what
it's like (because of all those crisp white jewel-encrusted
snowman-ridden Scottish winters), I'm willing to bet that
Hermione got to Grimmauld Place directly from the Alps, and 
magically.

How, is another matter.