Ch 15: Disguise

Somewhere in London, Present Day (Day 5)

"Hey Hairy." Hugh grinned as he hunkered down into the car seat next to Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes at him and went back to enchanting the car to drive itself. His face stared back at him from a newspaper on the dashboard with the words; "WANTED!" printed in huge, bold letters above it. Due to some incident two days ago; the details of which were still unknown to him, he had now become a fugitive in both the Wizarding as well as the Muggle world.

It reminded him of the time every corner in Diagon Alley had flyers with his face below "UNDESIRABLE NO.1" printed in a similar fashion. With this newly gained distinction; it would've been a real pain to avoid drawing attention, especially without access to Polyjuice Potion or a mode of transport. But Hugh had found a way by using Muggle disguise and vehicles.

Harry was now dressed in loose pants and a green t-shirt with an elf on it over a tattered brown coat reeking of alcohol. Hugh had also come up with a way to hide Harry's face by burying it under locks of ginger hair and a great beard hanging down to his chest. As a result, Harry looked like Santa Clause having a mid-life crisis.

Hugh himself was clad in a sap green coat which fell over his entire frame excluding thick, black boots. To Harry's disbelief, he had also succeeded in finding a hat big enough for his head.

With the enchantments complete; the car coughed to life and began ambling through the street. Harry now turned his attention to the back seat where Draco was glaring at him with his hands bound behind his back. Since his face wasn't in the papers; Harry had decided to just change his attire. Draco was now in blue jeans and a grey sweatshirt. The outfit complimented him. But with messy hair and a permanent scowl on his face, he looked like a sullen teenager.

"Billions of people on the planet Potter, and yet you manage to find the most irksome ones." He muttered, looking at Hugh.

"Hey Jingle Bells, I forgot you were here too." Hugh swiveled his head back to look at the Draco.

The latter clearly hated the nickname. But he said nothing. Instead, he exhaled deeply and fixed a longing gaze on the glove compartment where his wand was currently resting.

"So, where are we heading off to?" Hugh turned his attention back to Harry.

"Well, this Nathan apparently met Malfoy two weeks ago. Why and where are still unknown to us." Harry shifted his gaze shortly at Malfoy who still pretended to be looking out the window.

"However" Harry continued,

"He was kind enough to provide Malfoy, and inadvertently us, with an address. That's where I'm hoping to take us if I can get this wretched car to work properly."

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"Will you stop that?" Draco finally snapped after the fifth time Hugh had taken up drumming the dashboard while humming a tune.

"Huh?" Hugh gave him a puzzled look.

"Stop making a ruckus. "

"If you're keeping me hostage, at least let me have some peace."

Hugh looked at his hands and seemed to realize what Draco was talking about.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was doing that." He took his hands off the dashboard.

Meanwhile, Harry; who had been previously sleeping with his head resting on his hands over the steering wheel, woke up with a start. He looked around wildly for a moment before his eyes focused. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"You all right Harry?" Hugh said, concerned.

The latter merely nodded weakly and kept his eyes on the road ahead.

"I've been noticing you toss around and mumble in your sleep lately. You wake up in cold sweat after dozing off in the middle of the day and clam up whenever I ask you about it. What's going on?"

Harry was silent.

Just when Hugh opened his mouth to speak again, Harry pointed in front of him.

"We are here."