The instant you touch the portkey, you are swept away and deposited on a narrow mountain trail, secluded somewhere in Northern Scotland. A light wind whips around the boulders peeking through the pinewoods and thick, bushy grey-green undergrowth. The path is full of red needles and rich soil, which pads and quiets your footsteps as you stand to collect yourself. Take a moment to adjust to the sights and sounds of the forest; every now and then you hear a bird calling out to another, or spot a red squirrel leaping overhead. If you listen hard enough, you can even hear the far off sound of water crashing over the edge of small mountain. For all that your senses can tell you, the forest is quiet, peaceful, and utterly isolated.

Hope you brought warm clothing. The trail is long and the forest is a friend to no one in the middle of the night.