Draco paced the floor of his grandfather's study trying to think of possible escape routes.

"arrrg" he said falling to his knees and pulling his disheveled blond hair.

"Master Malfoy has ordered Runki to bring young Master Malfoy some dinner" a houself said disappearing as suddenly as he appeared.

Draco briefly looked at the beautifully prepared food with disgust before gritting his teeth to stand up.

He started pacing again.

Crabbe and Goyle were out of the question. Their father's were very much involved with the dark lord as his had been.

Same with Pansy's father.

Draco briefly paused to wonder what came happened to his old friend. She had confidentially expressed her fears of death eaters to him during their fifth year, he had told her not to worry.

Her father would no doubt force her into the dark lord's servitude if he wished it.

That only left Blaise Zabini out of his close and trusted friends.

The Italian vampire who had always kept his opinions neutral based on the fact that he was the next leader of the Vampire clan or whatever they called themselves.

Draco knew that he would have no problem finding refuge in his best friend's home, but he wasn't sure if Voldemort would look for him there, it would be quite obvious…and he didn't want to endanger his friend.

He still had to wait for these power's to kick in, that would take another week.

Making up his tired mind he reached for the tray of food and started eating while he read another one of his grandfather's journals


"Here … I brought you a sandwich" Ianne said handing Harry a wrapped parcel.

"oh .. thanks" he said taking it with a smile.

"Nigel said he'd do your hair next" Ianne said casually as they heard Hermione scream in pain as Nigel waxed off her excess facial hair.

"yeah… " Harry responded distractedly. The potted plant behind him began to wilt.

"Are you all right Harry?" Ianne asked watching the small plant die.

"yeah I'm fine" he said perking up. He looked at her and followed her train of sight and lightly touched the plant's leaf. It instantly began to regain its color and posture.

"We've got to practice getting a firm grip on handling our powers" Ianne said.

"Yeah, we definitely do" he replied. They sat in silence.

"You never really told me what happened to you" Harry said suddenly. Ianne looked startled for a moment.

"Ok Honey you're next" Nigel said interrupting Ianne's response. Harry and Ianne exchanged a look that said they'd continue later.


Two hours later the Golden trio plus one walked out of the hair salon looking completely new. Except for the plus one, she pretty much looked the same.

Hermione's once frizzy mass of brown curls now hung in sleek mahogany ringlets down her back. Ron's ginger hair was now a dark auburn red that brought the sharpness of his features out and subdued his raging freckles.

Harry still looked like himself but changed just enough to be unrecognizable at a first glance.

Ianne looked the same except her hair was a neater than before.

"All right, what do we do now?" Ianne asked while they stood outside, basking in the sun.

"We need to go over our next move, maybe we should go back to Europe" Ron suggested.

"If we want to search for Hufflepuff's cup, it was last traced to Italy" Hermione said.

"Then that's where we'll start, Italy it is." Harry said.

"all I'll set up another portkey, but from then on its muggle transportation" Ianne said getting out the keys to the motorcycles.

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