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As Cordelia stepped out of the London airport into the rain, thinking only of finding a cab and getting out of the rain before it completely ruined her hair she was struck by a vision. In which she saw herself getting not into just any of the cabs but into the black one with the little flags, and asking the driver to take her to the best hotel he knew of in London. Shaking herself slightly to get rid of the image from before her eyes, she wandered of looking for said cab to follow through on the vision. Cordelia was rather peeved and wet by the time she reached the 'special' cab, which naturally had to be the last cab in the rank. Muttering curses mainly directed at the PTB and the rain, she climbed into the cab and demanded that the driver took her to the best hotel in London NOW!

Upon arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, Cordelia started cursing the PTB anew, this was soooo beyond obviously some magical or demonic communities hotel and that just sucked … sighing she turned to her driver and said "Look dude, I don't know what money you expect me to use but I have some cash with me that you will have to get converted into your currency, I'm tired, peeved (yes I will state the obvious if I feel like it) and have spent the last five years fighting demons and other yicky things that go bump in the night and desperately hoping that this hotel takes credit cards," pausing to breathe Cordelia was shocked to find her rant interrupted by the driver "I don't know who you think you are but this is the best wizarding hotel in London, go and whine to someone who cares, and that will be £25 thank you very much."

Cordelia found herself once again opening and closing her mouth with out anything coming out before mutely handing the man his money. Still rather shocked Cordelia lugged (oh I love that word!) her luggage into the shabby little establishment. Upon entering Cordelia dropped her junk in the entry and stalked up to the bar tender before icily inquiring (well demanding really …. ) a room for at least a week as she didn't know how long her business in London would take ….

Tom the bartender/innkeeper/great people person smiled at the young woman before inquiring as to her preferred method of payment … only to be asked where the nearest bank was and she would go organize something … Tom shook his head and told the girl not to worry, he would have someone show her in the morning, but till then she should have something to eat and then she would be shown to her room.

the next morning

Cordelia growled to herself as she tossed and turned trying desperately to get back to sleep but with no such luck, her dreams were haunted by images of a child being shut in a cupboard where said child lived. Giving up on sleep and once more cursing the PTB in rather colourful language (eg. Evil stupid gits, insufferable prats, demon dudes, bloody powers etc.) Cordelia dragged herself out of bed and showered and got ready to face the day, all the while wondering if maybe, just maybe the child she was seeing was her cousin. That thought haunted her as she dressed in a pair of black denim flared jeans (low rise hipster, tight to the knee then wide flare) and fitted tee with "Blondes have more fun BUT Brunettes can read" written on it in sparkly silver lettering (the swirly fancy sort). Before applying mascara, eyeliner, lipgloss and a little silver shimmer dust, grabbing her black denim bag, slipping on her black 'Diana Ferrari' stilettos (my fave pair of shoes of this second) and heading downstairs for some coffee and directions not only to the bank but also to the place where she could find out about her mystery cousin.

(Change to Harry's pov)

Harry was at the Leaky Cauldron because he was now of age and no longer had to stay at the Dursley's (evil ugly gits). He was just starting his full English breakfast (whatever that is) as a gorgeous young brunette came into the room, and Harry for reasons he couldn't explain was drawn towards her (he was just staring, also note he merely accepted she was gorgeous doesn't mean he actually was thinking creepy uncousinly acceptable thoughts (geez perverts)). She walked up to Tom at the bar before ordering a coffee (decaf (when you drank as much coffee as the A.I. people did you learnt about the benefits of decaf the hard way), one sugar and cream) her long dark hair swinging across her back with every step. Tom returned to the girl with her steaming coffee and she smiled before taking a sip and seating herself at one of the many empty barstools. Then she struck up a conversation with Tom that was much to quiet for Harry to hear, but still he couldn't tear himself away, though his breakfast was getting cooler by the second. After finishing talking to the mystery girl, Tom started walking over in Harry's direction. 'Oh no, had Tom noticed him staring?' Harry quickly began to scoff down his now stone cold breakfast just finishing it as Tom reached him.

Tom smiled down at Harry and asked, "Would you mind escorting Ms Chase to Gringotts and then to Slade St (it comes off Diagon Alley, just like Knockturn Alley does, except it is where all the Ministry and information centers are eg. Library, P.I., finding off unknown relatives etc) seeing how y ou were complaining of having nothing to do yesterday Mr Potter?" Harry could only nod mutely before rising and heading over towards the mystery girl – Ms Chase.

Dun dun dun …… sorry folks that's my best attempt at a cliffy …. Hope you enjoyed same deal as usual …. You review mine and I'll review yours if I know the category …. Sorry it took so long …. My muse ran away and I got banned from the computer .. Oh well

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