Elisabeth sat motionless in her room. She hoped she would not need intense therapy to recover from the shock of seeing her father sleeping with his best friends wife. It was quite clear to her that she would need therapy as she was quite certain they had not been wearing any clothes, she just hoped it wouldn't be intense therapy. Intense therapy was expensive and she wasn't sure she could borrow that much money without her father wanting to know why. Elisabeth had hoped that the memory would fade once she returned to her room, however it did not seem to have any intention of doing so. Elisabeth also wondered how much trauma qualified you for traumatic amnesia. Perhaps there had to be a train engineer involved in order for it to be traumatic enough. Elisabeth wondered where she could find a train engineer. This was an image she desperately wanted to forget. She sat in her room trying to think of anything other than the situation downstairs, however all of her good memories seemed to involve her father and since he was what she was trying to forget she opted instead to think of nothing at all. Thus came the problem of what was nothing? If you think about black was it cheating? Elisabeth thought of nonsense questions like this for perhaps half an hour until she decided that she had to pee so badly she didn't care whether her father was downstairs snogging with Margaret Thatcher. As she walked to the bathroom she wondered if Margaret Thatcher was dead. She then decided that if Margaret Thatcher was ideed dead she would have to settle for the Prince of Wales. In her nervous, jittery state this seemed to Elisabeth to be the ultimate hilarity and she started laughing hysterically. She got it under control quickly and went to the bathroom where she then stumbled across the question where do I go now? Should she venture back downstairs or sit in her room and pull insanely on the hem of her shirt? She heard the cupboards banging downstairs and decided she should head back down. Hermione and her father were probably dressed and in a normal state by now. In fact she was quite sure they would be, they couldn't explain walking around naked very well could they? Hello Elisabeth are you ready for the move? Oh by the way your father and I slept together last night. Don't tell Ron okay? When she got to the bottom of the stairs they were folding the kitchen table up and sending it magically off some where. The house was completely empty except for three pairs of pajamas, three sleeping bags and three people.

"Okay, everything is ready. Rosco has the house under control. My share of the bookstore is up. All my Muggle dealings are done."

"Okay. Elisabeth, do you want to go out to breakfast?"

"Your last taste of unmagically prepared food." Harry said smiling. Elisabeth wondered vaugely how they could act so naturally. She supposed it must have been a learned response. If they were walking around getting pregnant when they were still in school they must've learned to hide it.

"Yeah, I would like that."

They piled the last of their belongings in Harry's car, said good bye to the house (Elisabeth and Harry had no idea why but Hermione insisted) and headed out to breakfast.

Elisabeth ate quietly, listening to Harry and Hermione's banter. "Libby? You okay sweetheart?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous, that's all."

"Oh, don't be nervous, there's nothing to worry about, nothing at all."

Elisabeth decided that while she was putting on this façade she might as well play it out. "Who's this Malfoy?"

"Ah, Draco, gotta love Draco." Harry shuddered. "He's a very nice guy, you don't need to worry about him, but he and I didn't really get on that well at school. His dad was a death-eater. A big supporter of Voldemort." He added quickly, seeing Elisabeth's blank look.

"Voldemorts the guy you killed right?"

"Er-yeah. Well anyway Draco "converted" to the good side when the war first broke out. I haven't really talked to him since then so I don't know what's up with him.

Elisabeth nodded and Harry signaled for the bill. After they paid the bill they went to see about selling Harry's car.

"Yeh ken trade thet thing and get yerself a right nice lorry."

"Yes, well I don't want to trade it, see? I want to sell it. You ken?"

"Righ'. Ah ken, ah ken. Yeh want to sell the ca' and buy yerself a lorry. Tha's sound abou' right?"

"Yes. That's exactly it. I'm going to sell the ca' I mean car and buy myself a new lorry. Will you take the car now?"

"Ah guess yeh'll be wantin' me to take the ca' now."

"Yes! That is exactly what I want you to do."

"How much do yeh want fer it?"

"Fifteen pounds."

"Wha? Did ah hear yeh right?"

"Yes. I want to sell the car for fifteen pounds. Can you just give me the fifteen pounds and take the goddamned car?"

"Well, ah'll have to talk to me manager."

"Oh for crying out loud just take the frigging car! I don't want anything for it. Just take it!"

The man's eyes flew open and he scratched his head. "Ah don' know if ah can do thet."

"If you don't take the car I am going to stuff you and your manager into the boot and drive it off a cliff. You ken that?"

"Well ah suppose ah kin do it this unce."

"Thank you. Good day sir."

"Yeh'll be wantin' to go home and get yerself some uh that valium ont cha?"

"I am going to go home and get my pistol." Harry said under his breath.

Hermione shook her head.

"You have yerself a smashing day sir!"

"Smash your head." Harry said darkly.

"Dad. Lighten up."

Harry smiled. "So Hermione how do you suggest we go about doing this?"

"We're going to apparate to the Leaky Cauldron. Just take Elisabeth's hand and apparate."

Harry nodded. "Ready Lis?" Elisabeth nodded and took her dad's hand.

They immediately arrived in a small, grubby looking pub. There were several people in it already and Elisabeth could just make out Ron, Neville, Lavender and the kids from where she stood.

"Well look who's here! G'day proffesor Granger." The barman, who looked like a gummy walnut smiled at Hermione and then his eyes flew open.

"Bless my soul! It's Harry and Elisabeth Potter. I never thought I'd see the likes of you here again."

"I'm going to try it out again Tom. Can't make any promises."

Tom nodded and looked closely at Elisabeth. "Well you're certainly your father's daughter aren't you? Hagrid! Come out here! Take a look at this!"

A huge, shaggy, giant of a man stepped out from a narrow corridor.

"Harry? Harry! Harry! I haven't seen yeh in so long! Where've you bin?"

"London."

"Yeh've bin right here in London and you didn't bother to come visit?"

"I told you Hagrid, I gave up the wizarding world."

"What're you doing here then?" They had made their way over to the table where the others were sitting.

"I have to send Elisabeth off to Hogwarts and if she's going to be back in this world I have to be too."

The giant suddenly noticed Elisabeth. "Well hello there."

"Hello." Elisabeth always believed in politeness, even when you were talking to a giant. "Who are you?"

"Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He looked suddenly uneasy. "You do know about Hogwarts don't you?"

"Er- I guess."

Hagrid nodded. "Well we really have to be getting to Diagon, Hagrid, we should be meeting Malfoy- rightnow actually-" Harry said, glancing at his watch.

Hagrid nodded and they said their goodbyes and headed out the back way.

"Now which brick was it? Oh right clockwise from top-"

The wall moved away and Elisabeth gasped.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley."