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A/N- Thanks to all my lovely reviewers. I'm on the list don't you know! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was kinda weird to write, especially since my mood has changed about 60 times during the writing! I do know where the story is going I'm just not as motivated as I was before, but I will keep going. I never give up, esp since some people actually seem to like it! So now I'm babbling...I'll shut up and let you enjoy the structured writing!

George decided to use his free time to explore the small city he was in. After leaving the hotel he realised that the city really wasn't that small, at least not compared to what he was used to.

The buildings seemed huge to him, much more than two storeys. The streets were wider too, and even the sky seemed to be further away. George smiled at the feeling of space. He had always felt claustrophobic in England, though he had never realised how much until now.

With the sun beaming down on him George stretched out his arms to catch its rays. He tilted his head up and closed his eyes, not even remembering that he was standing in the middle of a street. He hadn't felt as free or as happy for a long time. Even as he stood there, all by himself, he completely forgot all the nagging feelings he had had about the future. Somehow it all didn't seem to matter right now. He felt like this was where he was meant to be.

His eyes sprung open quickly and he looked down to see a petite young woman lying at his feet. She quickly gathered her belongings, which consisted of many red aprons. He held out his hand to her and she graciously accepted his help.

"Sorry about that." He said as helped her readjust her heavy load.

"No problem. My fault really, wasn't watching where I was going." She said in an English accent, with only a slight American twang. Her eyes remained downcast as she moved her arm around the bundle.

George looked at her for a short moment. There was something about her that just seemed so familiar, he just couldn't place what. She was small in frame, her hair was dark and in a tight braid. He could see that her complexion was tanned compared to his own, but still pale compared to others he had seen here. Either she worked all day indoors or she didn't appreciate the glorious sunshine. She was wearing black trousers, a white blouse and a red apron, that had a gold M on it, tied around her waist.

"Um… I'm kind of in a hurry. Sorry again for… well…" He was broken from his trance and moved aside so she could walk past him.

He watched her for a moment as she walked down the street. There was something about her… he turned and shook off the feeling of déjà vu.

He continued to explore the streets, smiling at the sight of a "Trick or Treat" store. He decided to go inside and check out the merchandise, purely as research of course.

Inside he was again amazed at the feeling of space. He always felt somewhat cramped in WWW, even in their larger store in France. He imagined the store full of the usual screaming children and intrigued adults full of questions and smiled at the thought of having such a large workforce to handle all the customers. Not that he didn't love seeing their smiling faces or hearing how pleased people were with the things he had, at least in part, designed and created. His favourite part was the production though. He just loved thinking up new ideas and putting them into practice.

After some more exploring George decided to return to the hotel and get something to eat, seeing as the last time he had eaten was at 7.30 that morning, and now it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.

He went into the restaurant and was immediately greeted by the hostess.

"Table for one sir?"

George nodded. He was led over to a small booth in the corner and she handed him a menu.

"A waitress will be with you in a moment to tell you the specials."

George looked through the menu and decided that he'd like to try the traditional American "burger and fries".

"Hello, my name is Amanda and I'll be your waitress today. Would you like to hear the specials?"

"That won't be necessary."

"Oh, well would you like me to start you off with a drink or are you ready to order?"

George ordered his meal and sat and read through the directions to the amazing invisibility charm he had heard so much about.

Invisibility in an Instant

The amazing Invisibility in an Instant is so simple to use-

just add water!

Directions- Dissolve one scoop of powder in one-cup water for complete invisibility for one hour. Tap the cup 3 times with your wand and say the following incantation- Abscondeo – and then drink the entire cup contents.

WARNING: Varying the dilution or the amount of powder may result in varying transparency, or permanent concealment of limbs.

George's food magically appeared in front of him and when he finished he paid for the bill, left a tip and went up to his room to lie down.

George was wandering through the grounds of Hogwarts on his own. It was sunny, really bright intense sunshine that never occurred in this climate, not even with the continuing Global warming.

He kept passing by people, though no one noticed him. He couldn't see their faces even when they were staring right at him. It was as if they weren't really people, just part of the scenery.

He began walking towards the library. For some reason he had an increased fear of running into Filch. He saw him round the corner towards him and he froze. Filch just walked straight past as though he hadn't even seen him. No one had seen him the entire time he was there. Looking at his reflection in the mirror in the first bathroom he happened upon, he saw nothing. Zip, nada, zilch. Was he really invisible?

He decided to test it out and continued his walk towards the library. Every one he past he would make funny faces and he jumped in front of them. When Snape walked past he couldn't resist pulling his robe over his head.

Finally he reached the library. He walked in as though it was the most natural place in the world for him to be- though that was probably really the kitchens. Out of the corner of his eye he saw what he was looking for, though he hadn't known that as he travelled.

The pile of books on the table was huge, covering most of the readers face. Her hair was dark and in a braid and when she looked up during a page turn everything clicked in George's mind.

George woke up with a start. He was sitting on his bed in the hotel and the thought he had just had finally made it's way into his conscious.

"Hermione."