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Scorpius, albus and victoire sat around shivering and frightened. They could not send a patronus, because it would attract the attention of these muggles that had taken them in, breaking the international secrecy act. And while Albus may get away with a crime like that, Scorpius would almost certainly be blamed, no matter who's wand cast the patronus. It had, after all, taken very little proof for Delphini and Bellatrix to be thrown in Azkaban, and even less proof for Sirius. The blacks were never on the side of the law.
Albus tried ringing home, ringing Harry, Fleur, Molly. The few who had phones.
He had no signal.
Much later, at almost midnight, a calm and collected Teddy arrived. He had not had such a stressful experience, and did not understand why Victoire was so scared.
The left at morning, driving to fez, where they stayed for a couple of nights. They went to a Roman town, which was impressive, and somewhat European in style. Roman, of course, so that kind of thing would not have been out of place in England.
They went to a tannery. It stank. Almost as bad as the food market. Victoire was vegan, and slightly more disgusted by it, but it was still fascinating. And it was Teddy who loathed the smell most of all. It was fascinating to watch.
They brought little sweet pastry things on the way back, ones they had eaten in Marrakech. Then they left fez and drove to tangier. Tangier had a rather faded glory about it, remarkably similar to coastal towns of Kent, such as margate. Popular seaside resort of a while ago, now driven into the dust by more popular tourist destinations.
They stayed at a small hotel called Marco polo, and then returned to Europe. It was a relief to be back in Europe.