Chapter 1

Let's go!

His body was slick and long, slithering across the linoleum floor…

"Harry! Harry!"

.. slithering closer and closer to the end of the corridor.. it was as if the door was watching him, like a predator waiting for his prey.. he was almost there..

"Wake up, you lazy tosser!"

Not all too gently Harry was shaken from his dream, a certain beaming redhead staring down on him as if he'd just won the lottery.

His friend's long and freckled face was blurry around the edges, but even with his sleep-lidded eyes Harry could make out that he was a lot more happy than a normal boy should've been on a Monday morning.

He groaned, and shoved Ron away to grab his glasses. His scar was prickling lightly. "What're you so chippy for?"

If Ron was a type to bounce up and down without hitting his head against his own ceiling, he would've done it. Instead he just grinned manically and clapped his hands in excitement. "It's the sixth! It's happening!"

It took a few seconds for Harry to get what he meant.

But when he did; he grinned as widely as Ron was doing and resisted the urge to jump up and down on the bed. "New York!" He yelled, bumping his fist in the air. His best friend started laughing too.

They had been waiting to pack their stuff and leave Grimmauld's place – and finally that day was there. With Harry's money, combined with Sirius's – his godfather had been the one who suggested to all leave the country for a few weeks instead of being kept up in his old and dusted house – and a couple other people of the Order had chipped in as well. Even Molly agreed to the plan to leave for New York for two weeks; even though it was Sirius that suggested it. (Though Harry suspected that she'd only agreed to it after Lupin had said that the Order wouldn't have to be all secretive in the house because the kids would be out of their hair, plus, they'd be out of range of pretty much everything bad in England right now.)

Pig the owl, as if sensing their excitement, starting buzzing around their heads, chirping as loud as they were laughing.

The door busted open. The boys didn't falter in their enthusiasm, much to the dislike of the bushy-haired and sleepy headed girl who'd entered the room. "It's six in the morning! We have a long flight ahead of us, and don't you think it's smarter to –"

"Oh, cheer up, Hermione." Ron grinned at her. "We're finally trading this dump," he gestured to the damp, dark, and above all depressing room around them, "for New York!"

"Technically, we've just rented a cabin at Montauk. But, yeah, sure, New York." She had her arms crossed, and her voice sounded bossy – but she was smiling, too. She came from a muggle family, and though she had traveled a bit around Europe, she'd never been overseas before.

Another girl entered the room. "Mum's waiting downstairs," Ginny said, rubbing her eyes. "She –" she yawned for a second before continuing, "she said that she's just waiting for your socks to dry from yesterday's wash, Ron."

A loud bang startled the four teens, and they were welcomed by two redheads staring at them with identical smiles plastered on their faces. "I'd brush your hair first before going downstairs, Ronnikins," Fred said dryly after seeing Ron's bedhead, "Mum's in a right state about 'representing the British Wizarding Community' – "

"- it's like Bill all over again," George added,

"She almost threatened to cut off Sirius' bun." Finished Fred for him, smirking.

Harry snorted. "I guess that didn't turn out too well?"

"Let's just say dogs bite." He said darkly before turning to Ginny. "Oh, and Pig's not coming. I heard mum and dad arguing about it this morning."

Before she could open her mouth to protest, the loud voice of Mrs. Weasley traveled up the stairs, bellowing: "GEORGE! FRED! GET DOWN HERE!"

The twins both sighed before sharing a knowing look. "I guess she found our backpack."

Before anyone could ask what kind of things they'd packed now (Molly had already made sure that none of the Expendable Ears would make the trip – at least, as far as she was aware) Fred said: "One sec."

They were gone with a second bang.

Ginny huffed. "'Pig's not coming' – what a bunch of Merlin's crap. C'm here." She nodded to the frizzy little – and still excited – owl, who followed her immediately out of the room.

x-x-x

An hour later they finally were packed and ready to go. It hadn't been all too quiet, either: Ginny had a black eye – Harry had accidentally whacked her in the face while bringing his broom downstairs – and Hermione's hair was standing in all directions – blame Tonks' enthusiasm in helping her pack all her books by using a new spell she'd learned – they'd lost Crookshanks for a while – Lupin had to put all his effort to the task of getting that cat back in her cage – but finally they were ready, smiling as if they couldn't stop.

Even Harry's face felt like it would split in two, and for the first time in weeks it wasn't due to the lightning scar on his forehead. His summer hadn't been all that great, with the month spend at the Dursley's, the Dementor attack and now waiting for the hearing, but this trip would surely help a bit to distract him from all that. New York!

"Right." Molly clasped her hands together. She looked nervous – but she was trying to mask it by smiling at them. "You've got everything? Clothes? Enough warm cloaks? Your wands?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Yes, mum, don't worry. We'll be fine."

"And otherwise we've got those two to take care of us." Ginny added, her voice very soft to avoid Sirius' mother waking up, and nodded to Sirius – currently in animagus form – and Lupin.

Molly's smile slipped into a painful grimace; as if that was exactly what she was afraid of. "You all write, won't you? Send an owl as soon as you get off the plane! I don't understand why you've got to travel like muggles –"

Harry's gaze turned to his feet, his smile disappearing.

Molly let out a small, 'oh', before clasping his shoulders. "Don't worry about it Harry, dear, it's not your fault that the ministry –"

"Time to go." Lupin joined in dryly, sticking his head through the door opening. "The cab's here."

"Well. I guess that's it, than." Molly stared at her kids for a few seconds with a solemn expression on her face - eyeing her twins hauling their big blue backpack, her daughter still rubbing her dark eye in pain, and the three friends – before she burst into tears.

"Dear!" Mr. Weasley looked startled, but quickly locked his arms around his wife, patting her awkwardly on her back. "They will be back before you know it."

"I know, I know, I'm just being silly." She waved her hand at him, smiling through her tears. "But it's just that, with You-Know-Who out there… and they're traveling without their mother… "

Sirius barked when Lupin smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Molly," he said, "Nothing's going to happen. Dumbledore made sure that the house will have all the appropriate protective charms, and we'll make sure – no, I promise you that no harm will come to any of this children."

She sniffed, before holding her arms open to hug all her children – and Hermione and Harry included – tightly. "I'll hold you to that promise," Molly scolded to a smiling Lupin. "And you," she added to the twins, her tears suddenly gone, "I will not hear one thing about you two causing trouble, hear?"

"Loud and clear, mum," Fred said, but he winked at Harry from across his mother's shoulder, who smirked in response.

"We shall make sure," George added, "that nothing of our mischief reaches your ears."

She wacked them both on their heads, ignoring her other children roaring with laughter.

"We really need to get going." Lupin pressed on as he grabbed Crookshanks' cage.

Everyone hauled their bags on their backs – and Harry volunteered to help with all the broomsticks. "Quick question," he asked, trying to catch up with Lupin on the street, "how exactly are we going to hide from the driver that we've got these things? And not to forget – the owls?"

Lupin's smile seemed to resemble those of the twins', and Harry couldn't help but smile back. "Don't worry about it, Harry. It's all taken care of."

Before he could ask what exactly the old marauder had done; he found his answer.

At the end of the street stood a black London cab, but Harry had the feeling it wasn't just a normal old cab. Firstly because they never would've fit – with or without all the luggage – and secondly because of the familiar looking man who was waiting beside it. The cabdriver was short, stinking of old unwashed socks and cigars, and he looked as he was just pulled out of bed – aka: the old thief Mundugus Fletcher.

Harry grinned at him, even though he was supposed to be mad about him from his actions earlier that summer. "I didn't know you could drive?"

He huffed. "I cannot. Mad-Eye made me –"

Lupin quickly interrupted him by shoving the bags in Mundugus' arms. "Special car with special orders from Mad-Eye," Lupin said kindly to Harry as the other joined them. "You didn't really think Dumbledore would let you travel without the appropriate supervision?"

Sirius barked, as if to say that he didn't think Mundugus was 'appropriate supervision' material, and Harry wanted to agree, but Mundugus spoke before either of them could. "Mad-Eye seems to think tha'," he shoved the bags roughly in the back of the cab, "since I left ya unprotected earlier this summer," his raw voice grew more nervous at Sirius's growling, "I 'ad to make up. So," he gestured wildly to the old and probably heavily enchanted car, "I'm making up. Make sure ya tell 'im that."

"I'll tell him that after you get us at the airport safely," Lupin said darkly and Ginny started giggling.

X

End of chapter one.

This is going to be a multi-chapter crossover fic, with mainly from Harry's pov.

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P.S.:

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