Harry could nearly smell civilization as he sat down with Draco Malfoy that night on the moor, under the clear night sky. It wasn't anything in particular - except maybe a whiff of smoke. Something was telling his gut that he'd put off making a decision long enough.

"Draco - I've decided to help you learn how to function as a Muggle." Harry Potter said, trying for portentous, and failing badly. Draco's eyes betrayed surprise, for a long moment, before he started to talk.

"My gratitude is unending." Draco Malfoy drawled. Harry felt strangely comforted to see Malfoy's surprise. If Malfoy had been expecting him to actually say yes, then Harry would have known something was wrong. Harry couldn't really explain to himself why he was saying yes, even. Wasn't really sure he wanted to - because if he did, then he'd have to tell everyone*.

"So what resources do you have?" Harry asked curiously.

"I've got this handy Mundania Survival Kit," Draco said, pulling the remains of it out of his bag. Meanwhile, that big black dog nosed in, tail wagging furiously and hitting both boys in the back.

Harry laughed, saying, "Yes, Blackie, we've got you too."

Draco Malfoy said, quietly, "I didn't know what else to get." It was said plainly, but Harry realized how much it must have cost the normally self-assured boy to say that.

"The world runs on money," Harry said with a bit of a snap, "But I don't need to tell you that, do I?"

Draco straightened, "I got Gringotts to switch my pocket money over to Muggle currency. Said I was going to do a bit of travelling."

Harry Potter said, "Did you happen to catch which bank they put it in?"

Draco said, nearly excitedly, "Yes, now where did I put that -" One rumpled cascade of everything out of his left saddlebag, and only half of everything out of his right, Draco pulled out the note. "HSBC - that's it! Knew I'd never remember if I didn't write it down." Draco sent a smile Harry's way, but Harry was too shellshocked to even notice.

Harry spoke, his voice more talking to himself than anything, "Hong Kong Singapore Banking Company." He knew it from when Uncle Vernon had to get supplies from China. "That's not a local bank. That's..." Harry buried his head in his hands, "Useful for travelling. To other countries."

"What's the problem, Potter?" Draco Malfoy asked, confused as to what was wrong.

"The nearest branch of HSBC is in London, Draco." Harry said, "And we haven't a pound to our name."

Draco Malfoy paled, a neat trick when he was already so fair - it made him look blueish. "How are we going to get there?"

"Well, these beasts can't get us there, I'm pretty certain," Harry Potter said. "I'd say we should find employment, but we're only 13..."

"They won't hire us for being too young?" Draco Malfoy said.

"Exactly." Harry responded, "And it's not like either of us could pass for sixteen." They were both short for their age, and thin as broomsticks.

Harry kicked a stone, watching the dog run off to catch it, "And we have to watch out for Child Services."

"Who - or what - is that?" Draco Malfoy asked.

"Unless you'd like to spend the next few years in an orphanage." Harry Potter said, with a snort.

"I would rather not," Draco Malfoy managed, dredging up a smirk that he didn't really feel.

[a/n: The goblins did their job too well - and took Draco too literally. HSBC is fabulous if you're going to be in the third world. Not so good in Merry Olde England.

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*Harry's like that. Also, Ron would keep at him. Ron understands "don't know" a lot better than most.