Harry and Hermione spent the next two weeks staying low and out of the spot light. They finally settled into a small muggle town that was located just outside of London but out of the way of normal traffic. It was a lazy town with not many people but it suited their purpose. They didn't have any money so they worked to earn their keep of the small motel room that they were now calling home.
"Come on, Harry. It's almost noon and we need to get going." Hermione says as she stands in the doorway of the small bedroom with her hands on her hips. She frowns after seeing that her companion was making no attempt to wake up. "Harry!" She says more sharply as she grabs a pillow off her twin size bed, which was set up beside Harry's, and begins to whack him several times until there was a sign of life.
Harry moans and covers his face with his hands. "I'm up already for Merlin sake." He says moodily as he climbs out of bed and proceeds to dress. They were still wearing the clothing that Voldemort had given them only because they couldn't afford to buy anymore.
Hermione can't help but chuckle. Harry was not a morning person by all means. "Smile Harry, life isn't that bad." She says with false happiness as she eyes the dark mark on his arm as he pulls his shirt on.
"No. Life is not bad. It's terrible." Harry mumbles as he crams his feet into the shoes and begins to lace them up. "Tell me again why we have to leave Gradsdale." He asks as he eyes her.
She sighs. "Harry. We can't stay in the same place longer than a few weeks, you know that. We can't risk being caught." Hermione says hastily.
Harry rolls his eyes before standing and making his bed. "Ya, I understand. I just don't think it's fair. It's not like we had a choice in the matter. Lord Voldemort basically told us it was life or death. Anyone would of chosen life if they were in our situation."
"There is no use in brooding on it. What is done is done and we can't change it." Hermione says as she flicks a piece of lint off her shirt. "Now get a move on!" She huffs and heads out into the small meeting room (kitchen/living room).
Harry runs a hand through his auburn red hair and sighs. He couldn't help but notice the small changes occurring in himself and Hermione. Both of them were now sickly pale because they only ventured outside to work. They also has dark rings under their eyes from sleepless nights. But this change wasn't just physical. Their personalities were also changing. Hermione now had a temper that rivals Harry's in extremeness. They had both started to call Voldemort, Lord Voldemort only because a surge of pain went through their arms if they insulted him. And finally they both were dependant on each other. Harry shakes his head to clear his mind of all thoughts and follows Hermione out of the bedroom. He gives it one last glance before pulling the door shut. "I'm ready. We can go now, your highness." He says with a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
Hermione raises a eye brow and smirks. "About time you got your arse ready. I thought that I was going to have to take the bed with us."
He shakes his head and grabs his broom out of the corner. He walks over to the front door and locks it then heads to the back door. He had already turned in their room key the night before so they wouldn't have to worry. "Where are we heading to today?" Harry asks with a yawn as he yanks the back door open and steps out into the cobblestone alley way.
Hermione follows after him and pulls the back door closed. "I was thinking that we should head into muggle London. Who would ever suspect to look for us there? And I bet they've already searched there and given up." She leans against the back of the motel.
Harry nods in agreement. "They probably think that we are not stupid enough to stick around London. For once our stupidity is working for us." He says slyly as he holds his broom out and climbs on.
Hermione slaps his arm. "You're the one with the stupidity, not me." She climbs on behind him and wraps her arms around his waste. She was now comfortable on a broom since that was their main mode of transportation. But she was only comfortable if Harry was also on the broom.
Harry is about to kick off before a pair of strong arms pulls the broom right out from under them. Making them fall hard to the cobblestoned street. Harry is furious. No one ever touches his broom. "What's the meaning of this?" He eyes the man that now has the broom in his possession.
Hermione winces as her bottom meets the hard street. She huffs and tries to keep her anger in check. She also eyes the man and her eyes widen. It couldn't be. Could it?
Remus Lupin was livid. The Order had received an anonymous tip from a stranger saying that there was two weird teenagers living in a motel not far from London. He never expected to find them. After all there are a lot of weird muggle teenagers in the world. But as he was approaching the motel he heard two voices from behind it. He was curious so he listened in. The conversation would of been normal if the word muggle hadn't been used. So he peered around the corner just in time to see the two, a male and female, mount a broom. He then deduced that they were not weird muggle teenagers. They had to be of the magical community since the broom was indeed floating. His heart was racing as he strode up to the two on the broom and yanked it right out from under them. The boy was angry and so was the girl but the girl had recognition in her eyes so he took a chance. "Hello Harry, Hermione. Would you like to explain where the bloody hell you two have been?" thus explains the lividness.