True to tradition, they had arrived as a group. Just as last year, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Harry himself had driven here in Ron's family-sized minivan, arguing that that was the most important part of the tradition; going on the second year, that argument had finally matured into being a valid point. So, just like the previous year, they stood next to their pile of luggage watching Bill drive off between the trees that skirted the camp.<br/>"This one's gonna be the best year yet," Ron said, and Harry turned to eye his friend. They had met at camp as kids, and that (and Ron specifically) had been the number one reason as to why Harry had wanted to return as a counsellor.<br/>"Yeah," Harry agreed, a grin creeping up on his face. It was bound to be. Returning as his second round as a counsellor made everything feel right; the woods, the lake, the cabins and the kids felt familiar. Even Pansy's black jeep, that now rolled down the path which Bill had just disappeared on felt familiar - Harry had last year walked past it many a time, as it was parked pretty and pristine on the adjoining parking space. Instinctively, Harry raised an arm in a greeting as the car passed the drop point where they stood to head down to the parking.