Harry had little to do, in the clink, other than talk to Draco, and try - unsuccessfully, to comfort the pooch. That was, until the dog cocked his head, and then sidled to one side. There was a girl there, one that reminded Harry of the Patil twins. She was kneeling down to call into their cell. "Do you lads want out?"

"Yeah," Harry said, "What's it to you?" He didn't want to seem too eager - he remembered Dudley kicking sand in his eyes, once, when he was just pleading to be let up and out of the sandbox.

"Might have a way to do it." The girl said, "Will you follow my lead?"

Draco Malfoy nodded, asking, "What's in it for you?"

The girl smiled impishly, "I could use some good bait."

Draco raised an eyebrow, but Harry said, "Sounds like a better plan than we've got running."

The girl's dimples flashed, as she said, "Crikey O'Malley, you boys are thick."

As she stood and disappeared, Draco looked over at Harry and whispered, "How'd she know we were both boys?"

Harry looked back, and said, "I'm not sure... but I've got a pretty bad feeling about it."

Thirteen-year-old Ceija was dressed like a boy, her skin shone in dark contrast with her white teeth. She eyed the little constabulary up and down, and then dusted off her hands.

In she strode, as if she owned the world, and this was just another oyster to crack. "You've got my brothers in there?" She abruptly asked the Man In Charge (the one at the desk).

He looked up at her 5 foot frame. "No, miss. We've got a boy and a girl in the pokey, but not your brothers. What have your brothers done, anyway?"

She smirked, and then smiled, flicking her long ponytail behind her back. "Oh, no, that's them," she groaned. "My da doesn't like it when Erik wears dresses."

The constable crossed his arms, suppressing a smile into a smooth frown. "He doesn't does he?" he asked approvingly.

"Yeah. Erik's run away again, and dragged Jake along with him." she smiled, "Mind if I take them home? My da will set Erik straight, and Jake wouldn't dare go boo without encouragement."

"You may visit them, dearie," the constable said, missing the stretch of the girl's smile into a momentary smile, "but they're in for stealing, and that's a serious charge. I'd just give them to you if they were just vagrants, you know."

"Thanks for lettin' me see them!" she said excitedly, "Erik's gonna piss his pants when he figures out that da'll be here within the day." Her laughter echoed into the lockup, as she waltzed past the police desk.

It was less than an hour, Harry thought, before he saw that girl, in black trousers, a teal sash, and an intricately worked brown tunic, waltz straight into the gaol where the boys were currently housed.

"Da's gonna have kittens!" she said, laughing cruelly, "Maybe I'll get to keep one for catching you two fyeuls!"

"You didn't tell da yet?" Draco Malfoy said, trying to play along.

" 'Course not! If I did, when would I get the credit?" Ceija said with a smirk.

"You could just let us go, then," Harry said, conjuring a hopeful, helpful look.

"I'm not even supposed to rescue you from the gadjos!" She said, spitting on the floor. Draco Malfoy's eyes were drawn to that viscous, clear mass. He'd never seen someone, let alone a girl, spit like that. Not indoors. It was disgustingly plebian.

Ceija's hands were wrapped around one of the bars, as she kept up a brisk conversation, "Don wanted to capture you, but he went the wrong way. What sort of dilo heads into the moors?"

"He might catch our horses, if they haven't found a decent hand yet." Harry chimed in, smiling.

"He better, you think da's mad about you leaving? He's crazy about his grai, you know that." Ceija said. "Talk a little louder, now," she said in a rushed whisper, that somehow did not seem the least bit panicked.

"Da better be prepared for disappointment," Draco said boastfully.

"You ain't getting back to da, not with that dress on you ain't. Better be finding something else to wear first, no matter the cost." Harry said.

"Better be free, I ain't got no money and youz know it." Draco responded.

Ceija popped the door open, as she said, "Da'll dress you like a proper Rom, Erik. So belly up and drink it down."

"Tastes like bile when he does that," Draco said, sulking loudly.

"At least we've got a home," Harry said.

Ceija tossed five quid on the floor of the cell, "That'll cover it?"

"Twice over," Harry said softly, as Draco said loudly, "Please, can you just not tell da?"

"I'll consider it." Ceija said, pulling out a packet with a fuse on the end. She lit the fuse with a match she struck on her heel. "Throw this through the window. Quickly!" she hissed.

Harry grabbed the packet, tossing it through the window, "Blackie go!" he said urgently, managing to quiet himself to "not a yell."

Harry Potter grabbed Draco, who'd moved towards the window out of sheer curiosity, and dragged him towards the young black-haired girl.

BOOOOM!

The entire building shook, as Ceija giggled. "Give them a minute..."

From the constabulary office, they could hear two startled voices raised in confusion. Then the sound of the door slamming.

"I hope they're both gone," Ceija said, her mouth twisting into a grin. "Don't let me stop you!" she barked, as she unceremoniously tugged the two boys out of their cell. Then she whisked them both out of the building, darting through a hedgerow to cover - and, hopefully, to safety.

[a/n: You get the feeling Ceija has done this before? What's her deal, anyway? Leave a review!]