Chapter Three
Refugees
They both stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. Harry was hoping the hotel clerk wasn't one to ask questions.
Harry stopped before they walked in and thought about how they didn't have muggle money only wizarding money.
"Ron I don't have any muggle money." he said
"Well I have what they call a quarter." Ron suggested "Will that do any good?"
"No" replied Harry "Follow me."
Harry and Ron made their way around the block go through an alley way. They made their way up to a homeless man sleeping behind a crate.
Harry gently tried to wake the man up with a shrug. He didn't move.
Harry and Ron made their way up the London streets. Harry spotted a muggle who was dressed up in a suit and he looked pretty wealthy.
Harry walked up to the man and asked "Could we borrow some money we are homeless?"
"Uh no sorry I don't have any change." He replied as he hurried away
"What a prick!" exclaimed Ron
"Yeah." said Harry
They went back to the alley way and they both made their beds out of the thrown out cardboard in the garbage bins.
The next morning Harry woke up with a migraine and his glasses were missing. He figured that the homeless guy took them.
Harry woke up Ron who was in a deep sleep because the cardboard he was sleeping on was wet from drool.
"What time is it Harry?" asked Ron
"I don't know" replied Harry "but I could use some breakfast"
"Yeah I could go for my mom's cooking right now" said Ron
"I hope she not too worried about us" said Harry
"I wonder what happened to Hermione" wondered Ron
"Yeah and Malfoy" added Harry
"That was some weird thing you did to him" said Ron "Where did you learn that spell?"
Harry then explained about the parchment he found. They then walked to the King Cross Station and looked at the map of London.
"Where are we heading?" Ron asked
"Privet Drive Surrey." Responded Harry