Deplaning was easy, Harry figured.

He was holding Teddy in his right arm against his hip, and keeping a close watch on Draco by his side as they made their way through the crowded terminal and toward an open area for baggage claim and greeting. There, it was quite enjoyable to spot Bill Weasley with his hair gelled and tied back, dressed in a black suit and looking very much like a hired chauffeur. Standing in a line of similarly dressed men, he held a sign that read:

Messrs

Potter, Ferret & Lupin

Harry laughed, and started toward him, practically dragging a blushing Draco along. Bill looked relieved when he recognized the boys, and greeted them both formally, leading them out of the airport. He nodded his head questioningly toward the baggage claim as they passed it, but Harry patted his jacket pockets and they continued to the exit.

The outside of the airport was chaotic. Muggles rushed through the parking garage, in and out of elevators, narrowly avoiding collisions as the dodged others in their paths. No one spared the wizards a passing glance.

For the first time, in entirely too long, Harry felt free!

Bill noticed the grin on the boy's face, and finally dropped his formal façade.

"Harry!" he shouted, pulling the younger boy into a hug. The hero laughed at the feeling of liberation and allowed the embrace. Bill then gathered Teddy into his arms and held him tight. Looking closely, it could be seen that the child's eye color changed from hazel to blue- matching the Weasley's shade, showing recognition.

Then Bill turned to Draco, who looked down at his feet, feeling shy and awkward for once.

"Oh, for the love of Merlin-" Bill started, and then pulled the blond into a hug of his own.

Draco hid the smile from them, but his grin made shone brightly in his eyes.

They had done it.

They were finally away from it all!

Harry, eyes still alight with laughter, asked Bill, "So, are they here? The surprises?"

Bill grinned and pointed ahead of them. "Yes, Harry- all there, all three."

"YES!" "Draco, you have gotto see what I've gotten you." He pulled the Slytherin to the opposite end of the lot where Bill had directed, and began to explain.

"I figured, we can't just join a quidditch league in the middle of a muggle town- um, but we can still fly! Well, only in the backyard, obviously..."

"...Don't worry; I will hide us with the wards."

"But we should still be able to travel fast, right? I mean, without apparating? Like, in public..."

Draco was beginning to get bored. Listening to Harry explain himself was hardly better than History of Magic with Binns.

"...So look what I've gotten us. And don't worry, I took the money from one of the Potter Vaults, so your galleons are safe."

They reached the end of the aisle, and Draco gaped at what was before them.

"See this one here, Draco? This one is yours." Harry ran to show him a gorgeous motorcycle. It was colored in a Slytherin style, emerald green with silver and chrome adorning it's features. A green and black helmet was perched on the seat.

An MV Augusta F4CC. This was one of the most expensive bikes in existence.

"It's nice, right?"

Harry is like an over excited puppy, Draco thought as he nodded dumbly. It's about time he bought something that he wanted to for once, though.

"And Malfoy, look! See? This one's mine. It's a bit more, erm, modest I suppose. A 2003 Suzuki GSXR1000. Nice, right? I thought about getting mine with scarlet, but then I decided I liked the silver by itself. I'm not entirely Gryffindor after all, you know?"

Draco nodded again. He remembered the conversation in which Harry had admitted that he was almost a Slytherin. Bill however, confused by the statement, moved to their right where a sleek and expensive car was parked. Seeing this, Harry rushed over.

"Of course, Teddy is too small to be riding on one of the motorbikes, and Hermione would have a fit if she knew I was being irresponsible, so I figured we'd need a car. Umm… We will probably actually stick out a bit though." he blushed. "This is a Lotus Evora. I was able to purchase it straight from the manufacturer. They haven't even been released back in Europe yet, and this one is even more unique. They're usually two-seaters, see? But this one has a back seat 'specially for children. We can snap Teddy's chair thingy right in there!" He looked at Draco, and the blond boy finally found his voice.

"Wow, Potter. I didn't think you actually had it in you to go and blow galleons like that. Well done!" He smiled. "And Harry- thanks, for the bike. It's amazing."

Bill stretched from where he had been buckling Teddy into the back of the Lotus.

"All right boys," he said. "I'll drive the car, and you two follow on those bikes. When we reach the house, we can get you all settled, and I will show you around the town and everything. Unfortunately, our job didn't say we had to meet the people here. We have been keeping to ourselves. I'm afraid you guys will having to make your own friends."

Kingsley had sent Bill, Dedalus, and the rest of the guard to Washington two months previously. While Harry and the rest of the Order had been told that they were scouting out Death Eaters, they had really been familiarizing themselves with this new place before Draco and Harry arrived. This was a fact that Harry had not been happy to learn. His 'vacation' had been planned ages before he had expressed his wishes to take a break. He would have preferred if someone had asked him. However, he assumed that this plan was adding to the minister's revenge.

Harry kissed his godson's forehead, clapped Bill on the back in thanks, jammed a helmet on his head, and kicked his bike to life. Draco imitated these actions behind him, and all three vehicles were soon speeding toward a large, secluded house on the edge of the woods in Forks Washington.

So far, their time away from the limelight had exceeded their expectations.

In the living room of a light and beautiful house deeper within the woods, a pixie-like girl perked up suddenly from the couch where she had been lounging with her 'boyfriend.' She briefly stared off into space, and the siblings around her exchanged bored glances until she came to. Then she addressed all of them.

"Guys, let's go shopping tomorrow!"

"Alice," complained a burly male from the floor.

"You just got back from shopping an hour ago…"

The girl- Alice, giggled.

"Trust me, " she said, and she glanced to the corner of the room where a brooding boy sat plunking bored notes on a grand piano.

"We definitely should go shopping."