Harry...
The next morning Harry awoke, thinking, time to put my plan into action.
Harry then went down to the front desk, after he cleaned his room as well as he could, to talk to the few people who had saw him enter yesterday. So, that'd be the man at the front desk and that one boy, he concluded.
The man at the front desk was easy enough to locate: he was still there.
"May I talk to you?" Harry asked as politely as he could.
"Sure..." said the man, thought not looking it at all.
Harry led him into a room, located a chair and told him to sit.
"Why?"
"This will be so much easier if you just cooperated," said Harry.
The man hesitantly sat.
"There, now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
The man started to say something, but Harry interrupted, saying, "That was a rhetorical question, now."
The man just huffed. Harry glared at this huff. He then concentrated on erasing just the fact that the man had saw Harry.
Soon after, when the man blinked, he asked, "who are you?"
Harry smiled.
"This way, and back to you job now."
Harry quickly led him back to the front desk and concentrated on erasing both of the little memory that they had of him before quickly Apparating away.
Harry was so proud of his accomplishment that he totally forgot about that one boy who led him to his room...
He Apparated to an empty ally way nearby, and walked to the park. Harry took out his driver's license, changing his name to James Evans. His jet- black hair turned a medium-dark shade of brown growing a little bit longer, too, and he changed his eyes to a soft blue. He made himself about an inch or so taller and a few pounds lighter. Looking down at his picture, he noted that he needed to hide his scar and did so: both on the ID and on him. Then he left, Aparating to go get the things he needed.
The first thing, his name, he couldn't do anything permanent about, seeing as he would just have to get used to being called James now instead of Harry.
As he was walking, he risked changing his hair from its normal jet-black to the medium-dark brown. Luckily for him, no one saw, even when it did grow longer.
He then started toward an eyeglass place, hoping they'd be able to lead him to where he could get some tinted contacts. On the way, he didn't dare to grow taller, but felt the few pounds shed off easily.
The place that he went to was able to make his light blue-tinted contacts in about an hour, though it did take some time for them to find Harry's last prescription. Seeing as he was at his full 5'9" now, he didn't think that he'd be able to explain why he had grown two, three extra inches in less than an hour. So he waited.
Once his contacts were made, in, and he was the few inches taller, he left, pausing just for a second- to see his 'new look'. He simply saw his life slipping by: no more Harry Potter, no more childhood. No more being me, he thought.
He quickly walked away, wiping those thoughts from his mind. He then walked to a local diner, ordering fish and chips, just to not eat them, and a glass of champagne. To new looks, a new life, and a new me, he thought, and toasted to it.
Hermione...
It had been two weeks, and there was absolutely no sign of Harry Potter anywhere: muggle or wizarding London, nor anywhere else- ANYWHRE! She had looked in all of Europe within the first four days (she had spent the first two looking over all of London, wizarding and muggle). The next twelve days she spent looking at the different continents; every two days, a new one. She had thought of giving up, but then the thought of that Hermione Granger never gives up! entered her mind. So she hadn't, and won't.
She didn't know what she'd do, but she'd figure it out.
So at the end of this horrific two-week look, she decided to go treat herself to lunch at the Three Broom Sticks.
She went to go sit down at the bar in front by Madame Rosmerta, sitting down next to a man with long brown hair.
Harry... erm... James...
Two days into his new life, Harry was positive- erm, James... excuse me- that the money he had kept out of his vault wouldn't be enough. He'd have enough for, per se, two weeks, but that was about it. He was currently rooming with a man named Tyler (AN: I just HAD to put you in here... don't change it... you don't have THAT big of a part... haha) who was attending a local university. Ha- James had decided that muggle London would be the best.
Now, twelve days later, the day H-James was dreading finally came: the day that he needed to travel to Diagon Ally. How strange, he mused that one day, that only changing a few of my features has me looking like a totally different person. At least, he hoped.
James sighed, not wanting to open the doors to The Leaky Cauldron. Stepping foot into the Leaky Cauldron, no one seemed to recognize him, so he let out the breath that he had been holding in.
He walked by Tom, deciding to test out his new look for the first time.
"One Firewisky, please," said James.
"Coming right up, sir," said the bartender.
"I don't believe we've met," said James, accepting the glass and extending his hand.
"Tom, please."
"Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm James."
"Yes," said Tom, "nice to meet you." He paused for a moment, smiling his normal, tooth-less grin. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Harry gulped down some firewisky, chocking on it as Tom said this. "No, not unless you've been in Muggle London lately."
"Oh, sorry. You just remind me of one of us who just went missing not but two weeks ago." His smile visibly decreased.
James dropped his jaw. "Who?" he asked, trying to look shocked.
"Harry Potter," said Tome quietly.
"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for him for you, Tom," he said.
"So, you know our Mr. Potter then," said Tom, his toothless smile showing once again.
He cringed inwardly at being called that. At HARRY being called that, he argued with himself.
"How wouldn't I? Everyone knows him." How strange... I'm referring to myself as third person, thought James. No, you're referring to HARRY. You're James! He argued with himself.
"True," said Tom, winking as James put down his empty glass. He pretended to give the bartender a questioning look. He knew that wink all too well. He knows was all that he could think.
"Don't worry, Mr.? I wouldn't think-"
"Please, just call me James."
"Yes. Hope to see you soon, James."
Harry flipped a galleon on the counter, knowing that it was too much, but he didn't care. Not like he had anything smaller, either.
He took out his wand (his hand wouldn't work to tap the bricks), tapping the correct bricks. Stepping into Diagon Ally, he shuddered at all the memories that came flooding back. Now was not the best time for them to do so, either.
Harry wiggled his fingers (very difficulty, at that because they were in his pockets) and his key was soon within them. Very handy, no? he thought to himself.
Quickly changing back to Harry Potter, so he was able to get out some money legally, without hassle, he entered, walking over to a free goblin.
"I wish to have a quarter of a thirty-second of the money in my vault. Then, I'd like the rest split in two, one in the name of Hermione Potter, and the other kept safe for me while I am temporally away."
"That is an awful large amount of money, Mr. Potter."
"How much would that be in pounds?
The goblin just looked at him. "That would be 1,782,771 odd galleons, Mr. Potter."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what that would be in pounds."
"That would be, roughly, eight million-"he was cut off by the look 'Harry' was giving him. AN: Ok, this is getting quite confusing. I guess it's Harry right now because he is Harry. Oh well, too bad!
'Harry's' jaw dropped. He knew he had a nice fund, but that was... that was unreal! He was to awe struck to do anything but stare.
"So, how much would you like to take out of that, Mr. Potter?" asked the goblin after a whiles pause.
Harry thought about this for a moment and then said, "Take off another thirty-second off that, please."
"So that's 274,658.20 pounds, sir."
"Sure," he said, still shocked at the fact that he had all that money.
"Wait here, please," said the goblin, going to get Harry his money. A few moments later he came back, saying, "Hand, please. This only allows you to take out the money."
"Yes," he said, shocking the goblin in return for once. He mumbled a broom in return for the shocked look.
After a while the goblin said, "I hope you aren't walking around with that amount of money in your pocket, Mr. Potter."
"Oh, no. It's going into a muggle savings account."
"Oh," he replied, not the least bit interested... not that he should be.
Harry took his money, and before stepping out, changed back into James. It was now lunchtime and his stomach rumbled that it wanted something to eat. He made his way toward the Three Broom Sticks to eat there one last time, not knowing that he would run into a 'friend'...
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I'm very bad and I'm sorry. My beta wasn't able to beta it and I guess didn't update for me, so I'm updating again! I'm so sorry that I didn't soon! Please, read and review and DON'T KILL ME!