Hey guys! I have returned with the Prisoner of Azkaban! And cover your ears, I DO NOT OWN ANYONE BUT MY OC'S!

10 days after receiving the news and trying to sort this ordeal out, The Crosswells found themselves walking out on the streets. They had just been kicked out of their own apartment because they could no longer afford to pay the bills and the landlord wasn't too pleased with this. They never stopped to rest until they reached Central Park. They were all panting from the effort of dragging their trunks containing most of their life possessions, the ones they could afford to carry. Tess sat quite still on the bench next to her aunt and cousin, anger coursing through her.

But after ten minutes, a new emotion overtook her: panic. Where would they go? All the closest and cheapest hotels had been full because of vacation season. Would they end up homeless? No, that was what Sara worked so hard for, not to end up on the streets.

"You have to admit it's quite a coincidence." Johnnie finally spoke. His tan had lightened a little bit and he was straightening his cap. "This Remus Lupin shows up out of nowhere, he happens to be the last international customer of Mom's, and gets a job. After that, no one comes to the office for a job and then poof, the bank takes everything, including our own house."

"Son, I know you're upset." Sara said soothingly, stroking her son's cheek. "But we can't resort to blaming people."

"Years of our lives." said Johnnie. "Everything we've worked for, our reputations, our dreams. If it's not something at work then please tell me, what the hell happened?"

Tess looked up the full moon shining over the city, she was asking herself the same question, aside from Johnnie's anger of blaming the man she met before she went to Hogwarts.

"Let's imagine you're MACUSA." said Sara. "And you're a booming national business. As the economy rises, so does the value of even a single Dragot. It's called inflation. Budget cuts start coming into place, salaries need to be cut to save money so they can make more and they start downsizing. How do they do that? They get rid of the useless stuff, that includes a small section of the International Relations Department."

"That still gives them no right to take our fucking house." Tess snarled.

"I know you're angry." said Sara. "But we can't focus on the what ifs. We need to keep moving forward and find a solution."

"Well how do you suppose we do that?" Johnnie asked. "My friends are on vacation and their parents already kind of hate me for being lower class."

"And Ron's family and Hermione are in Egypt and France." said Tess. "I don't wanna worry them. Unless I got Harry's relatives confused, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let us within 50 feet of their house.

There was a heavy pause before Sara asked "Hey Tess, didn't you mention something about an inn in London? I can't remember the name though. The Leaky..."

"The Leaky Cauldron?" Tess finished.

"That's right" Sara said. "Alright, I don't know how we're gonna do it, but we're gonna get to London and stay in that inn at least for tonight. I will not have my babies sleeping next to a dumpster."

"You're kidding right?" Johnnie asked.

"This is your home as much as it is mine, Johnnie." said Tess. "But think about our options here. Your mom has sacrificed so much so we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Well we are and how are are we supposed to get to London anyway?" asked Johnnie.

On cue, Sara reached into her purse and fished out a small bag of what looked like ash with some green sparkles in them. "I bought some on the night Lee told us the news."

"There's an inn in London, it's right next to Diagon Alley and the Ministry of Magic is about several blocks away from that inn." said Tess. "This is absolutely possible."

"You still have some Galleons right?" asked Sara, seeing Tess' small sack in her hand. "That should cover us for at least 2 nights."

"But how are we supposed to get to London?" Tess asked. "Our fireplace was broken already."

Johnnie stood up immediately and grabbed his effects, looking out into the city.

"I know a place."