The next town down the road, heading South, was about the same as the last town, except a bit larger. Proper British cottages, and a few rowhomes of the newly built (After The War) variety. Draco's eyes had gotten wide at even the concept of entire homes being pressed up against each other.

Harry'd excitedly explained the concept of flats, and of entire families living on top of each other, ten stories high.

Granted, that was less impressive after Hogwarts, but still.

Draco Malfoy seemed a bit crowdshy - hadn't wanted to even take a step into town, claiming the residents smelled of smoke and other unpleasant things. Harry was privately sure he was right, as there was a cokeworks in town, and the smell of rotten eggs doesn't do wonders for anyone.

Harry wished he had a bit of spending money - he'd love to see...

Suddenly, he paused. Draco still had the Moody Magical Muggle bag, didn't he?

Instead of racing into the town, he darted back the way he'd come, sitting in the dimly lit van. He dug out the bag, then swiftly stowed it away. He had a Magical Boy to teach Muggle things to.

Draco Malfoy, even with hair dyed dark, was very easy to track. He was practicing his speech near the goats, who seemed singularly unimpressed.

Harry hissed at him, "Come on!"

Draco continued to strut as if in front of a crowd, as if he hadn't heard.

Harry lunged for Draco's arm, grabbing it and physically towing the slight boy towards the van.

"ow! Where are we going?" Draco nearly shrieked.

A dark gypsy woman feeding chickens laughed at them, knowingly. Harry wondered if she'd been the attacker or the attackee as a child.

"Here!" Harry said, as they arrived at the van.

"Why are we here?" Draco spat, his tone exasperated.

"You can't practice that all day, you need a break." Harry said, falling back on words he'd remembered (successfully!) from Fred and George.

"We're going to sit in the dark?" Draco asked.

"No..." Harry responded, his eyes sparkling, "We're going to find a torch."

Draco yelped, and said quickly, "I don't think that's such a good idea..." before he caught sight of Harry looking at the Muggle Survival bag. Surely they wouldn't have a firestarter and a torch in there? Surely muggles didn't live in caves... that was just an old tale, wasn't it? Harry hadn't pointed out any cavedwellers, and they'd been by dozens of buildings just today alone...

Harry pulled out a forearm long blackbar (about as wide as his forearm), and wrapped his hand around it. "Found it!"

Bright Light ensued, causing Draco to squawk, less in fear than actual pain. "That was bright, damnit."

Harry hastily reoriented the light to not be poking Draco directly in the face. "See? A torch!"

Draco blinked, looking at the channeled light flowing out of that black bar. "That doesn't look like any torch I've ever seen."

"It's muggle, runs on batteries." Harry said.

"What's a battery?" Draco responded.

[a/n: No, they haven't really done elektricty yet. Leave a review, or suggestions for what else the Muggle Survival bag might have in it.]