Moonlight-blossom: Wow, I'm sorry it took so long, and I'm sorry this chapter is too short, and I'm out of excuses too, hopefully I'll get the next chapter up by tomorrow. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: see chapter 1 (I don't have time for this)

Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix. Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive.

Just to recap:

Harry took off, with Drake hanging on to his wrist. Harry had walked the streets of often that every detail was burned into his mind, which allowed him to accurately navigate his way around. They had been running for about three hours before they finally stopped for the night.

From what Harry could remember, he guessed that they were downtown.

"Do you have any money with you?" he asked Drake.

Drake rolled his eyes, of course he had money...didn't he? His father wouldn't have left him with Potter without any money. Drake reached for the bag he had been carrying and felt around. Damn! Nothing.

"Nothing," he said dejectedly.

Harry leaned back, resting his head on the wall behind him, "Well, we're gonna have to find a way to get to London."

Drake turned his head to where he heard Harry's voice coming from, "London? Since when did we decided we were going to London?"

"Well, we got away, so we could just split up."

"Great idea, that way when your friends find you, it'll be easier for them to bring you back," said Drake sarcastically.

"Well then we're going to London, I have to pick some things up for school."

Drake sighed, he knew he had to get a couple things as well. He also knew he was going to go crazy. Saint Potter. Always gets his way.

On with the story!

Summer Heat: 13

Most people like to wake up feeling safe, secure, and comfortable. Most people like waking up in their own beds, or at least waking up in a familiar place. Most people don't like waking up against a brick wall with their archenemy elbowing them in the ribs. Fortunately, most people are very lucky when it comes to waking up in the mornings. Unfortunately, neither Drake nor Harry are one of those people. For the moment though, both are blissfully unaware and still peacefully sleeping against the alley wall which they had chosen to rest against the previous night.

"Oww!"

…too bad it didn't last. Harry looked down and saw angry brown eyes glaring up at him.

"Sorry," Harry apologized, flushing slightly from embarrassment. He had forgotten that the person leaning against him was the one who saved him from the Order. When he had woken up cramped and uncomfortable that morning, he had forgotten that he wasn't in his cupboard anymore and stretched, pushing the extra weight off of himself. Of course, from the heated glare he was receiving, it seemed like Drake was pissed off at more than his "rude awakening". Harry, who could sometimes be as dense as Ron, just attributed that to the fact that his companion was just not a morning person.

It wasn't that Drake wasn't a morning person. In fact, he loved mornings. With his meticulous way of dressing and perfect appearance every single day, how could he not love mornings? But Drake was used to waking up feeling safe and secure in his own comfortable bed at Malfoy Manor, or in his dorm at Hogwarts. He was used to waking up alone as opposed to being dropped on his head by the person he hated most in the world. So of course, it would stand to reason that Drake would be a little disagreeable this morning.

"What did you do that for?" Drake yelled in a very unMalfoyish fashion, rubbing his head.

"Keep your voice down!" Harry whispered desperately, "what if someone finds us here? Mainly me!"

'Self-centred as always,Potter,' Drake thought rolling his eyes.

"Take a look around you. We're in an alley, who's going to overhear us? The rats?" Drake asked, smirking slightly.

Harry blushed, "I think we should still be careful," he said, defending himself, "after all we both ran away, people could be looking for us."

Drake scoffed, "Who'd be looking for us? Those people wearing dresses, standing in the front yard last night? They'd be pretty noticeable walking down the street."

Harry knew he was right, but his pride would never let him admit it, "Well what about the Dursleys? After all, they would never let their prized son's summer guest and friend just disappear."

Secretly, though, he agreed with the brunette beside him. The members of the Order weren't so stupid that they would go traipsing around looking for him in broad daylight, and of course, the Dursleys would be deliriously happy to have gotten rid of Harry for another year.

Drake shuddered at the mention of the Dursleys, "Don't you ever talk about them. They make my skin crawl. The horsy one, the rhinoceros, and their son the pig. The kind of family you would be ashamed to admit you came from, but what else could you expect from dirty muggles like them?"

Harry laughed for almost ten minutes at the accurate description of the Dursleys before Drake's words finally sunk in. Muggles? He had said the word muggles, didn't he? But, that would mean…

"You're a wizard, aren't you?"

Drake froze, "What?"

"You're a wizard, aren't you?" Harry repeated, "You used the word muggle, and the way you described them obviously means you aren't one."

"I –no- you're lying," Drake said automatically. He then proceeded to mentally bang his head on the wall for his stupidity.

Harry stared at Drake, his unblinking gaze rattling Drake immensely.

"I know you're a wizard, admit it," Harry whispered, his eyes hardening, "If you don't, I'm going to create a very painful way to make you forget."

Drake sighed in resignation, "Fine, fine. I'm a wizard. Happy?"

Harry grinned, "Now we're getting somewhere."

Moonlight-blossom: Sorry it still too so long to update, and I know it isn't much, but hopefully the next chapter will be up by tomorrow before I leave for camp on Sunday, and thank you soo much for all of your reviews! They are so appreciated. I love you all! As always drop a review and let me know what you thought!