Disclaimer: Sorry, I forgot to put this in chapter 1. So here it is.... I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I would have a lot more money than I do.

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Harry woke up, the blazing sun in his eyes.

"Aurggh!" he exclaimed before falling out of bed with a thump. "God, I have to go to London and buy some curtains today, this is just getting old."

With that he stood up and began his morning routine.

*Later that Day*

Harry stepped out of the crowded subway car and into the even more crowded subway station.

"God," Harry muttered to himself, "I wish I could Floo to The Leaky Cauldron and avoid this mess altogether. It's too bad that Floo powder won't work for me."

After he finally managed to wrestle his way to the bright sunshine out side he decided to head in the direction of The Leaky Cauldron. He had done this in the past and it had seemed to disappear, no where to be seen. So he wasn't really expecting to find anything between the bookshop and record store.

As he neared toward the little nook Harry's heart began to pound, he had an odd feeling in his stomach that today something odd was going to happen.

"Oh come on," Harry started,"please be there, please be there!"

As he rounded the corner his eyes shot hopefully to where The Leaky Cauldron should have been, but saw nothing. Harry's heart fell.

He collapsed onto the nearest bench."How did this come to be?" he wondered," Why is it that I can't contact anyone in the magical world? Does everyone hate me?"

Harry's gaze wandered towards the empty space that should have been occupied. All of a sudden a certain red haired someone seemed to pop right out of thin air.

Harry rubbed his eyes in disbelief as his stood up, scaring the pidgeons that had settled on the ground at his feet away.

"Ron?!" He yelled, before that red haired someone slowly turned around.

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Ooohhh, cliffy! Am I evil or what?

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