"OPEN UP! THIS IS THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC, AND WE WILL FORCE OURSELVES IN!" a voice boomed from the doorway. Quickly, I grabbed my bags and Apparated, hoping to lose them.
And, snap!, there I was. Tahiti. Warm, tropical, exactly what I need for my long-sinced tanned skin.
As soon as possible, I checked into a Muggle hotel, I began to unpack.
Maybe I'll stay here for a while during the next hunt for my life.
I cut it too close last time.
Far too close.
A knock came echoed from the door, and I cautiously looked through the peep-hole.
"Hello? Are you there?" said a cute maid, patiently waiting with a thick letter in her hand.
I opened the door, snatched the letter, and closed it in her face. I double-checked if she was going to stay around. She pouted and stalked off. I had a feeling she'll get over it.
I sat down on the bed, and tore open the letter.
"Dear Phillip,
Your presence at the Lucky 6 Motel has been confirmed.
Wait for further instruction.
Nice choice, you won't see anyone from high school there.
Tabby"
I put it back down. I was hoping to hear more from McGonagall than what I already knew, like how no one from Hogwarts was going to be here, and that I should wait for further instruction. I was getting pretty sick of my different code names too.
Well, this should be interesting, I thought as I opened the shades.
I saw little children playing. I fought the urge to yell, 'Run, you're not safe! The Dark Lord is back! Dumbledore's gone!'
I felt something else in the envolope. I turned upside down and shook it. Something small and black came out.
A fake I.D., bearing the name, "Phillip Iglese."
Like that was my real name, and I smiled, then cringed.
When will be the next time I can use my real name again?