Annnnnnd just like that chapter four is just a little bit better than before. Hopefully this won't be under construction for much longer.


"Go. And don't mess up." Artie warned.

It was a few days after what would go down in history as 'The Accident'. They had both been delegated to only small and menial tasks.

"It's nice to know how much confidence you have in us. Especially after how great we did last time." Harry scoffed.

"He has plenty confidence in both of you, just not together. And, besides, you did cause 'last time.'" Leena said, entering Artie's office.

Claudia gave her a quick hug and unlocked the door.

"Apparently, we're going to England. Isn't that where you're from?" Claudia asked Harry as they walked through the umbilical.

"Mhm." he mumbled. Harry wasn't as happy as she expected.

With all the people that knew him, (everyone, give or take a few witches and wizards that had decided to try out life on the moon) he was bound to get recognized almost immediately. Not to mention Ginny, who he hadn't spoken to in over 2 ½ years, nor did he want to start now.

Starting fresh, he'd told himself a year after defeating Voldemort. So, he'd moved around, coming back occasionally to say hello. His visits got slower and less often, until, one day, they'd stopped altogether. Harry had gotten messages from them every so often, wishing him a happy birthday, merry Christmas, all that crap. He was very different from the small little boy he used to be, he had been through too much.

"You okay, Wonderboy? You've been standing there for about 2 minutes." Claudia said, her voice shaking him out of his thoughts. She looked a little worried.

"Yes, of course." he mumbled so quietly that Claudia had to strain to hear.

"Okay… We're taking my car." Claudia said, shrugging, but not letting it go.

"I think mine would be better."

"Why, is it bigger on the inside? What is it, the TARDIS?" Claudia scoffed.

"And what do you have, the BatMobile?" he shot.

"It's not an insult if you can't pronounce it correctly."

Leena shook her head. She was leaning against the outside of the Warehouse. She had seen enough.

"Alright, this is ridiculous. You're only going to the airport. Take Harry's car, Claudia, you drive." Leena said calmly as Claudia pumped her fists. "Now, here are the tickets. Don't lose them, don't rip them, finally, try not to crash." Leena finished.

"Yes. We're only going to the airport that's about an hour away." said Harry sarcastically to Leena's retreating figure.

"Crash into what? There's nothing for 80 miles." Claudia added.

Leena smiled, 'At least they can do something without arguing.' she thought.


"Okay, turn right." Harry instructed Claudia.

"Wouldn't it be safer is I turned left? As in, not die, no big kinda-not-so-slightly-invisible-beetle. . .?" she joked.

"Is that another Doctor Who reference?" Harry asked, Claudia had been doing that for the past 45 minutes.

"Yes, you know, you might actually enjoy it if you gave it a chance?" she offered.

"No."

"You're so open-minded."

"Thanks."

After a few seconds of silence, she felt a question needed to be asked.

"Just a question: why are you so sad to go back home?" Claudia asked, flicking on her turn signal.

"Because. . . there are . . . things, and people, that I really don't want to run into."

"Ah, the bite of the past. Well, if it helps, I was in a psychiatric facility."

"I'm a wizard."

"I've known that for 2 days."

"No, as in magic, wands, evil wizards. . ."

"I know what a wizard is." snapped Claudia as she turned sharply.

"How?"

"Because everyone does."

"No, how do you know I'm a wizard?"

"I looked you up, pretty much no real digital trail, some mysterious school. Only one answer, you are a wizard."

"OK, your next left."

"If I turn left, I'll end up in a ditch."

"I said next." Harry snapped.

"There's a fence there, and a road beyond." she snapped back.

"Then turn there."

"Where are you getting the information from?"

"A map. My mobile, duh." said a very snarky Harry.

"Phone. It is called a phone.

"They're the same thing."

"No."

"Get used to it, we're going to England, damn it!" Harry yelled.

"I CAN'T DRIVE WITH YOU SHOUTING IN MY EAR. SO JUST SHUT THE FRACK UP!" Claudia yelled back.


"Boarding. Boarding. Boarding." the electronic voice repeated.

Harry and Claudia were sitting next to each other. Claudia was on her phone, trying to get a better wi-fi signal. Harry was sitting next to her, staring across her to see the other planes on the runaway. He was clutching the armrest so tight that his knuckles shone almost as bright as the scar, 'I must not tell lies.'

"Are you two sitting together?" a woman asked.

"Yeah, why?" asked a slightly distracted Claudia.

"Oh, nevermind. I just wanted to see if I could find two seats. My 7 years old is afraid to sit alone." two blond haired children peeked out from behind her.

"Oh," Claudia said as her gaze softened. "Harry, Harry!" she hissed.

"What?" he snapped. She nodded towards the two people standing. Harry stood up and quickly got out, Claudia right behind him.

It didn't even take a minute to find another seat. It was, of course, next to a very big, very hairy, very smelly, dude.

Harry pushed Claudia into the seat next to him.

"You're kidding. Why do I have to sit next to Smelly over there?" she asked bluntly, forgetting to lower her voice.

"You got to drive." Harry responded with a smirk.


"The London Underground. Jesus, it's been ages since I've been here." Harry muttered as they boarded the train.

"St. Brutus' School for Criminally Incurable Boys, or whatever it's called, closed 6 years before you were born. Once I figured that out, I thought I might dig a little deeper." Claudia stated casually.

"Yeah . . . Erm . . . Claudia, do you think you could turn around and pretend to be talking to me?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"What do you call what I was just doing?" Claudia muttered as she turned. "Why?"

"There's a girl- woman- back there- don't look- that would do pretty much anything to get me."

"Her name?" Harry pulled out his phone and sent Claudia something.

"Ginn-"

"Don't!"

"Y?'' Claudia finished.

In that instant, they appeared in something that Harry could vaguely recognize as the Burrow.