A/N: Ok guys, I'm Australian and I have no idea about Pounds so If the money is all wrong I'm sorry. I'm just pretending its about 1000 Australian dollars is 100 pounds (way off but you never know with our dollar)


Harry walked out of the office, hardly daring to believe it. He had a job; he had the job he had always wanted!
"Harry!'
Harry turned around and saw Anita jogging towards him.
"Hey," said Harry smiling.
"Were all going house hunting and we have been looking for you. Why weren't you at home when we owled, it was like seven o'clock?"
"I had something to do," Harry said quickly, he didn't want to tell them about his quidditch carer just yet.
"Follow me," said Anita. She took him down a few back alleyways until they reached a small café. Blair, Ron, Neville, Sophie, Hermione and Hannah were there, sipping steaming cups of coffee.
"There you are," said Ron, glancing over at them. Harry took his seat and ordered a tea.
"So where we looking at getting apartments?" asked Harry.
"Well, we were thinking about getting one in muggle London in walking distance of the leaky cauldron," Said Hermione, her pen working rapidly as she circled places in a thick looking newspaper.
"Ok, what should be our first move?" asked Ron.
"Stand up," said Harry. They all looked at him, slightly bemused.
"Do it," he said. They all did and Harry inspected them.
"Ok good. We all have some neat casual muggle cloths on."
"Why does that matter?" asked Anita, fingering her black skirt.
"If we appear to be quiet, law abiding and good people, which we are, we will have a better chance of getting a place. Now we should think of a story about us," said Harry.
"Can we sit down?" asked Blair.
"Yes," Harry laughed.
"How about," said Hermione, "We are students from Oxford and are looking for an apartment in London."
"That's good," said Harry.

Soon they were walking down the busy London Street looking for their first choice. They came to it. It was two large apartments. Harry knocked on the door and an woman in her mid sixty's answered.
"Can I help you?" she asked kindly.
"We are enquiring into renting these two apartments," said Harry.
"Oh of course," said the lady gesturing them in, "I'll show you around."
The apartments were very nice and new, each with four bedrooms, a large bathroom, kitchen, living room, study and laundry. They were large and had a nice view but were very quiet."
"These are fantastic," said Harry, "How much would rent be a week?"
"100 ponds," said the lady, who's name turned out to be Mrs. Glith.
"Harry turned to everyone asking for there opinion.
"These are really nice," said Anita, "And it's only 25 pounds a week."
"Lets take them," said Ron, "They were the only ones that were in walking distance of," he glanced at Mrs. Glith, "work."
"We'll take them," said Harry.
"Fabulous," she cried, "Come with me, there are just a few things we need to go through."
Two hours later, they had the deal settled and the rules gone through. She had given them the key and said they could start moving in right away.
"Wow," said Hermione, we have our own place. Oh my gosh!"
"Can we sleep there tonight?" asked Hannah.
"It'll be uncomfortable, why don't we start moving stuff in tomorrow and we will sleep there tomorrow night."
Hannah nodded.
"Why don't we grab some lunch, go home and see how much stuff we can scam off parents and then meet at the leaky Cauldron about 8 tomorrow morning." Said Harry.
"Sounds good," they said.

Harry through his bag down on the floor and went upstairs to find Chantal and Sirius still in bed.
"Good afternoon sleepy heads," said Harry boisterously as he opened the curtains. Chantal grunted.
"What's the time?"
"10 past 12," Harry replied.
'Oh my god," she said sitting bolt upright, "I had no idea it was so late."
"I got an apartment," said Harry.
"Already," said Sirius.
"Yep. It's really nice, 100 pounds a week but it's worth it."
"You'd hope so," said Chantal.
"Well, I'm here to scam furniture, cooking stuff and so on from you," said Harry.
Sure, Sure," she said running into the bathroom and getting dressed.
"Sirius up," she said throwing her Pyjamas at him as she and Harry left the room.

The next day they all stood in the small passage between the two units a large collection of furniture in front of them.
"Oh," said Hermione, pointing at a cream leather lounge suit, "Who's got that?"
"The boys," said Blair."
"Why?" asked Hermione, "We split things."
"Yeah but Harry bought it and I just called it," said Ron in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Fine we will take the other one," she said smiling.
"with a tiny bit of work that could be a great suit. Just make up some new cushion bags and polish the wood," said Neville knowingly.
After a few disputes the furniture was worked out and everyone was helping move it in. After a many hours of gruelling work everything was moved in and they were slumped on empty packing boxes.
"We have hardly any cooking utensils and absolutely no food," said Blair from the floor.
"Look Harry and I will go out and get food for both houses, disposable plates cups and stuff and then bring home Chinese," said Anita pulling Harry out by the arm.
"Why do I have to come?" asked Harry running down the stairs after Anita.
"Because," she said simply.

Sitting on empty cardboard boxes eating out of the container was a bit of a change from what they were use to but it was still fun.
"I feel like a real muggle," said Ron tossing his rice around.. Everyone murmured in agreement.
"How about we see a movie," said Harry, almost forgetting no one else knew what a movie was.
"Huh?" asked Blair.
Hermione laughed and said,
"Come on, we'll go see one, you'll love it."

Standing in the middle of a large foyer looking up at what movies were on was defiantly a muggle thing but they enjoyed it none the less.
'Swordfish," said Blair, who had just read all about the movies.
"No way Moulin Rouge," said all the girls.
"Fine," said Blair sulkily.
After waiting in a huge line they finally got to the front desk.
'8 tickets to Moulin Rouge thanks," said Harry paying the attendant.
'There you are," she said, "enjoy."