"Well. Yes. We don't have time for that now. I'll explain that later. Where's your husband?" Ayn took a few steps backwards. "I'm not going to hurt you Ayn. I need to talk to you. Its of utmost importance. Both of you." Ayn continued to back away.

"Draco come here." He entered the hallway quickly and grasped hold of Ayn's hand.

"Are you okay?" He squeezed her hand. She nodded and motioned towards the other end of the hallway. Draco's eyes grew bigger. "Bloody hell!"

"Enough chit chat. Get in the bathroom." Hermione Granger pulled her wand from beneath her rooms and pushed them into the bathroom. Hermione turned on the hot and cold water in the sink, threw open the shower curtain and turned the shower on too. She flushed the toilet a few times and then whispered a few spells. "How much time until the water is turned off do you think?"

"Probably about five minutes."

"That gives me enough time."

"But."

"Listen you are going to have to trust me Ayn. I can tell you're worried. You've trusted me in the past and you're going to have to trust me now. I'll explain everything later. If you can trust him. You can trust me." Hermione motioned towards Draco. Ayn nodded. "Now we need to get you out of here. Your names have come up on a red flag list. They popped up on the intel list this morning so it will probably be a week before they come after you." Hermione rifled through the cabinet as she spoke. She occasionally tossed a bottle in a bag she had hidden inside her cloak.

"But what did we do?"

"Its not so much what you did, but what he didn't do." Hermione alluded to Draco again. "Plus your father has lost the favor of the Dark Lord. He expected to conquer the Dutch by now, but there have been... Well let's call them complications. He blames it on your father." Ayn had not spoken to her father in four years. Not since her mother's death.

"What is this all about?" Draco bellowed.

"Its about getting Ayn to safety. And unfortunately, our plan must include you because you are her husband and if she disappeared you would be questioned."

"Relax. Go on Hermione." Ayn glared at Draco.

"Your papers allow you to travel to the north for the rest of the weekend correct?"

"Through Monday. We are supposed to be back at work by Tuesday."

"That will work perfectly. We're going north. Now gather up everything that will be useful. Medicine, food, water, clothing. Just nothing that will give you away as pure-bloods. You can lose your cloaks. I have some for you to wear." Draco walked out of the bathroom and began to gather his clothing.

"How do I know you're really Hermione?" Ayn was still shaken and unsure if she should trust this possible Hermione impostor.

"Eleven years ago you visited me at my parents house to join my fight for elf rights. I doubt any else knows that." Hermione smiled. Ayn nodded and pulled her old friend into a tight hug.

Ayn and Draco packed in silence. Hermione had each given them a bottomless bag to fill with the essentials. Ayn folded everything gently while Draco shoved his clothing in bunches. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and stopped packing.

"I'm sorry I was rude about your dream and what not."

"Its okay. I understand." Ayn looked him in the eyes for a moment and then turned back to packing. "Hurry up. We have to leave soon."

Hermione handed them both a patched black cloak.

"You are going to need new identities until we reach some part of England where we can travel on foot. Do you have your papers?" Ayn handed Hermione the travel papers. With a few taps of her wand, Hermione transformed their identities." Hermione handed the papers back. "You are now Penelope Plath and Jeremy Plath. You are half-bloods who live and work in London." In addition to the change in name, birthday, etc, the papers had a new picture on them, and different finger prints. Ayn's picture was of an athletic looking woman, a few years older than herself, with shoulder length blonde hair, gray eyes, a narrow nose, and thin lips. Draco's was of an older man with graying hair, thick eyebrows, a crooked nose, and glasses.

"How are you going to make us look like them?" Draco asked. Hermione muttered a few spells and in a matter of minutes, along with a little pain, Draco and Ayn looked exactly like the pictures on their papers.

"I will be your niece who has been living with you since your sister and brother in law died. Your brother in law died in a muggle car accident on his way up north. Your sister died from heart break." Ayn nodded. Heart break was the accepted way of telling someone about a suicide. Hermione marched into the kitchen and let the door swing shut behind her. Ayn followed her but instead of finding Hermione, she was greeted by a thin teenager with gray eyes, a button nose, messy brown hair, and a scar that stretched from beneath Hermione's lower lip to the center of her chin. Hermione and Ayn started shoving non perishable food into Hermione's magical bag. "We have to leave now." Draco entered the kitchen with a weathered leather suitcase in one hand and a winter coat in another. "You will no longer call me Hermione. I am now Elizabeth Jones. You are not to use your wands until I say you are allowed to. When we reach Scotland I will destroy your wands. If we need to fight someone, I expect both of you to get behind me and let me use my wand unless I say otherwise." Ayn nodded and Draco shrugged his shoulders. "You can let the cat out now. He knows where to go." Hermione kneeled and scratched G's head. "Goodbye Crookshanks. You've been a very good cat."

Hermione motioned for Draco and Ayn to exit the apartment. She flicked her wrist and stream of turquoise flowed from the tip of her wand. The small group turned their backs to the now closed door and followed Crookshanks/G down the stairs and out of the apartment building.