King's Crossing Station was packed with muggles as usual. Strange since August 1 had been the day before. He continued making his way until he arrived at the familiar pillar of 9 10. He touched the wall and could feel his soul gravitate towards it. Sadly it wasn't enough to manifest anything. Anger coursed through his veins. He parted with the pillar before running towards the pillar at full speed.

"Draco?"

"Draco? Are you okay? Open your eyes."

His eyes fluttered open to see Aderyn kneeled beside him with others behind her. Not that he was disappointed to see her but rather the many muggles with concerned faces from watching the idiotic young man purposefully collide headfirst into a pillar. Draco sat up red-faced at the spectacle he had become. He felt like such a fool. He ears kept ringing, his head had been pulsing. Perhaps he hit his head too hard.

Draco nodded. He needed to lie down he hadn't felt very well..

"Luckily you're okay," said a muggle healer that had been nearby after Draco puked. He looked him over. He wasn't a fan of the muggle lumos. "Just a minor concussion. Just rest for the next few days and you should be fine."

Draco wasn't paying much attention to whatever that man had said. He had been distracted watching the crowd pass by. He felt a bit sad that the gateway had been closed off to him. It made sense since muggles couldn't pass the gate and he was basically one of them. Using the man to support himself, he stood up.

"I didn't realize you were so desperate for a nap, child," Aderyn chuckled as they walked out of the station. Draco smiled sheepishly. His shame could've eaten him away. He guessed since he was technically a muggle now he couldn't enter the Wizarding World. He hoped this was really temporary and not their idea of completely exiled.

The rest of the day they had spent rather leisurely. They walked in comfortable silence throughout London with Aderyn explaining the purpose of certain things which Draco hoped were okay common questions otherwise he would fling himself on to the moving carriages thing. He had never known muggles to be so advanced. He couldn't help but state in awe at the tall skyscrapers that rivaled his house and Hogwarts in sheer height. His real shock came when he beheld Buckingham Palace. It seemed larger than Hogwarts itself. Not in height but sheer size in general that scared him a bit.

The Guards, at first, looked pretty funny. Just their hats not them. Aderyn had then explained that the guards weren't allowed to laugh or smile an people would always be trying to. Very few ever succeed. That seemed like a funny rule to Draco for a strange reason and had promised himself that one day he would make one laugh. Those guards were going to laugh.

"Who's that?" he pointed at a certain black car as it passed by the closed gates towards the East Entrance of the castle. The front door of the vehicle opened; Draco could've sworn his eyes were playing tricks on him. There was no way that particular shade of red hair could've been driving a muggle car on muggle streets. More of a confusion had arisen as a man with a shocking resemblance to a portrait of a young Voldemort that had been within Aunt Bella's possessions, had stepped out of the vehicle also. He looked like he had stepped out of the painting and put on formal muggle clothing and glasses while holding a thin wooden board which he seemed to be writing on. His eyes really were messing with him. His worries quickly got worse as he saw his grandfather stepped out of the car. Draco shook his head, there was no way. He was must've just imagined it since he was too far away. Draco assumed that must've been it. "Who are they?" he asked with curiosity as the group made their way inside.

"That's Robert Edward de Vere Capell, 11th Earl of Essex. He's quite the rarity seeing as how he rarely leaves his house" Aderyn responded watching them also. "Come, the palace will be closing soon and there is one more thing I want to show you."

Draco eyes widened at the natural beauty of the vast expansion of palace gardens just across the large pond. He had never cared much about plants and barely paid much attention during herbology but this simple garden that clashed well with blueing sky was amazingly beautiful. His eyes stung as he was reminded at home of their own personal garden that was cared for to perfection. He continued to stare until he saw a flash towards the edge of his eye. He quickly turned to the direction when a beetle had landed on his hand. Draco quickly took it off and set it to the ground.

"Amazing isn't," Aderyn spoke as they both looked out to the pond behind the trees.

"Where do you find these place?," he asked genuinely curious seeing as how she told him to watch out for security.

She smiled, "an old woman like me. I've learned birds make better friends."

Draco wasn't sure what she meant by that so he shrugged it off. Perhaps he should trust birds more. Not hippogriffs though. Those things were assholes.

"Back again Joanne?" they heard a man speak. Both inched closer to see they weren't the only ones appreciating the Queen's private gardens from another private area where they shouldn't have been.

The blonde woman named Joanne stood up and smiled. "Where else would I sit?" she smiled with a radiant glow.

"You know you shouldn't be here," the guard responded with a smile.

Joanne stood up before dusting herself. "Alright I guess I shall retire for the day," she stretched before picking up her things and leaving with the guard.

"Ah miss Rowling, I wasn't aware she came here also," Aderyn said as they watched their back retreat.

"Who?"

"That's Miss J.K. Rowling. Quite the famous author of the Henry Porter series in recent years," she spoke. Draco awkwardly chuckled, sounded awful like Harry and Draco wasn't mentally prepared to read his biography fiction or not. Rumors were scary.