What The Shrink Told Me
By forbiddenlight
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A/N: (My disclaimer's in pig Latin) Hiya. Please enjoy.
Chapter Five
July 18th
11:12 AM; New York City
Cars whizzed past her; people ran and walked and tripped and skipped and crowded. Ginny felt suffocated.
She hated New York City. She'd only been in the muggle tourist torture trap for fifteen minutes and already she couldn't stand it.
"We've only been in this muggle tourist torture trap for fifteen minutes and already I can't stand it," she muttered to the man standing next to her. Harry Potter turned to look at her and had to yell over the noise.
"Oh, c'mon, Gin, it isn't that bad!" Harry called back. "And the food's great. Can't believe Hogwarts never served hot dogs," Harry commented before he bit into his foot long dog with relish and ketchup. Ginny made a disgusted face. She thought hot dogs were gross. But only because she'd had to do a report on American muggle food for Muggle Studies and learned exactly what hot dogs were made out of.
"So, now, where exactly are we going?" Ginny asked him, trying not to watch him swallow that disgusting bite of recycled meat and bread.
"The apartment we're buying," Harry said after he swallowed. "They said it's on Fifth Avenue, overlooking Central Park."
"Central Park? What's that?" Ginny asked as they began walking. They crossed the intersection of Central Park South and Eighth Avenue. Harry peered down at a Muggle map he'd purchased at a gas station. It was ketchup-smeared. "Well, by the look of this map, Central Park should be-"
"-Right there!" Ginny shouted excitedly, pointing at the leafy expanse of trees directly in front of them. "Ah, this reminds me of home..."
Harry grinned at her. "C'mon, the apartment shouldn't be too far away.
Ten minutes later Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley found themselves staring up at the most beautiful tenement ever. There were flowers hanging in every window and it was a cheery, bright place. "Well here it is. Do you remember your name?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded. The best they'd come up with was James Evans and Virginia Greene. Virginia was close enough to "Ginevra" that they could still call her Ginny, and Harry didn't mind being called his father's name. In fact, he almost preferred it.
"Okay, so now we have to tell them we've arrived." Ginny said nervously. It was odd, pretending to be muggles. But what if someone recognized her as Ginevra Weasley? She'd be doomed to a life in Azkaban.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," Harry told her as they approached the desk. The lobby was spacious and had a nice, homey-like atmosphere to it. A stout woman with obviously dyed black hair sat behind the counter, brown eyes hidden beneath layers of blue eye shadow. Man, Ginny thought. Muggles suffer from mid-life crises more than wizards do!
"Why'd you call me sweetheart?" Ginny asked dumbly.
"Because," Harry whispered into her ear, sending chills up her spine. "We're moving in together. Wasn't the plan that we were 'dating'?"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Ginny whispered back, extremely embarrassed. The woman in front of them just rolled her eyes. Harry, in seeing this, turned his attention to her.
"Hi, I'm James Evans and this is Virginia Greene. We're renting an apartment, and I was cur-" Harry began.
"-Top floor, penthouse, room 7. Here's the key. Your bags are already up there." the woman interrupted. Harry nodded. "Thanks." Ginny peered down at the woman's name tag. Dolores. Hm. For some odd reason the name, which meant "Lady of Sorrows"fitted her perfectly.
They got onto the elevator. Ginny, who had never been on elevator, found it extremely nauseating and boring.
"I, of whom have never been on an elevator, find this extremely nauseating and boring," Ginny commented as the elevator stopped at their floor- the 27th floor. Harry just rolled his eyes. They walked out into the hallway, the elevator shutting behind them.
"Okay, room seven..." Harry murmured under his breath. But Ginny didn't hear him. One of the cleaning ladies was using an odd contraption on the floors.
"One of those cleaning ladies is using an odd contraption on the floors. What is that?" Ginny asked.
"It's a vacuum cleaner. It does absolutely nothing, but muggles prefer to think it cleans the carpets." Harry told her absentmindedly as they reached a door marked with a number seven. "Must be our room." He used the card key to open the door and they walked inside.
Ginny found that she loved New York City. Loved it a lot.
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