Just then, Harry’s owl, Hedwig, flew in from the window, holding a letter in its beak. “Who’s it from, Harry?” Ron inquired as Harry took the letter from Hedwig. “I’m not sure, Ron. It just says ‘Half-Blood Hill,’” Harry felt like he had heard that name before, but wasn’t sure where. “That sounds bloody dreadful,” Ron replied. “Yeah...” Harry said distantly. “Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked. “Yeah, great,” Harry answered. Harry realized that he still hasn’t opened the letter, so he started to do so. It read, “DEAR HARRY, RON, AND HERMIONE, IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT GREAT MAGICAL BEINGS ARE AT WAR. CAMP HALF-BLOOD IS IN DANGER. WE NEED YOUR HELP. COME AS SOON AS YOU CAN. -Mr.D” “Well, Harry, What does it say?” Hermione asked. Harry read the letter to them. When he had finished Harry looked up. “What should we do? It sounds like many people are in danger.” This time it was Ron’s turn to answer, “Obviously we need to go help th-“ “But we don’t even know where this ‘Camp Half-Blood’ place is. It could be a trap.” Hermione interrupted. Right as she said that, Harry realized where he had heard the name Camp Half-Blood. “I don’t think this is a trap, Hermione. And yes, we do know where it is.” Harry not only remembered where he had heard the name, but also remembered how.