A/N: Hey guys sorry its been awhile! For the person that asked ochem is organic chemistry and it has been taking over my life, never subject yourself to its torture if you don't have to. But it is kinda fun in a completely depressing way.

Anyways here the new chapter!

I appolagize for those of you that read this last night. When I typed this the spacing was a lot different. Thanks for the reviews so I can fix this problem! (2/27/16)

CHAPTER 10:

Muggle London was absolutely terrifying. The ally they landed in was grimy, grey, and had the distinct odor of piss. At least six muggles were slumped against the walls. There was a rubbish tin on fire, which several were surrounding. The muggles themselves were the definition of sketchy. Ron felt as though they were staring at him like they wanted to eat him. He grabbed Hermione's hand ready to bolt them to safety. Hermione was having none of it however. The brown haired girl took in her surroundings with narrow eyes and then whirled on Harry.

"Is this what I think it is?"

Harry, who already had his school cloak off and was currently stuffing it in his bag, didn't look up as he replied a simple, "Probably. Now quickly give me your cloaks."

Hermione's nostrils flared, and if Ron wasn't more concerned about where they were standing, he would have laughed.

"Harry! What are we doing in a drug den?! Are these the people you were talking about? What have you gotten yourself into!"

Startled by Hermione's screeching, Harry looked up at her and then rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Where did you think we were going to land in muggle London Hermione? Look at these people! Do you think anybody will believe them if they told you people came from the sky into their ally. Look at them! They're higher than a kite! Now will you please give me your cloaks? I would prefer to see Remus at some point of the night."

Hermione, looking slightly abashed, bit her lip and then nodded. Within two minutes their cloaks were off and they were following Harry deeper into the ally (much to Ron's chagrin).

They made it about four or five different twist and turns, each getting darker and grimier the farther they went, before a voice called towards them.

"Oi! Ginger!"

Ron's hands started to sweat as he continued to walk behind Harry.

"Ginger! Hey I'm talking to you!"

Ron heard footsteps starting to head towards them.

"Harry," Ron whispered in concern and unease.

"Just keep walking," Hermione whispered urgently.

It was slight for a moment before a clicking sound echoed. Harry and Hermione froze at the noise. Ron almost walked into Harry, unsure why they stopped.

"Hey Freckle face I would turn around if I were you." Hermione looked at him with big fearful eyes, and then whispered to Harry,

"He's got a gun."

Ron had no idea what a gun was, but he already knew he didn't like them.

Harry turned around and whispered to them, "Its ok I'll handle this."

Ron and Hermione watched as Harry walked towards the tall muggle with a skull tattoo on the top of his buzzed head. Harry slowly took his hood off while he stood in front of Ron. His body and voice completely at ease "Listen buddy, why don't you leave my mates alone, we're in a bit of a rush." The muggle cocked his head.

"I don't see why I can't just shoot you now and take your money."

Harry laughed, "If you shoot me, you'll make a lot of people unhappy in this neighborhood."

The muggle narrowed his eyes, almost like he was squinting to see him. "And why is that."

Harry smiled, "Because I'm the doctor."

Hermione snorted in disbelief. "Harry what are you doing," she hissed at him.

Before anybody could do anything another figure entered the ally.

"Ay Squinty! What the 'ell caught ya up! We're waiting for ya over at base!"

The muggle, still aiming the gun at Harry, yelled back, "Sorry boss! Just makin' a business deal with this lot here."

Ron watched as the new guy approached. He was taller than Harry but smaller than the other muggle. His hair was black and greasy, and his clothes were all black and ragged. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and they were frozen on Harry.

"Blimey! Doc is that you!" The strange muggle yelled while throwing his arms around Harry.

Ron and Hermione were to surprised to do anything, as was the other muggle, his jaw dropped and his eyes wide.

"Tuck! Mate! Good to see you!" Harry shouted as he returned the hug. After a few seconds they broke up.

"Ya going to see yur patient? Everybody's curious about this friend of yurs. Yer lucky I was the one that found 'im. Anybody else woulda left 'im there."

Harry scratched his head, "Yea, thanks for that mate! Listen we're in a time crunch, how about I talk to you later?"

The muggle, Tuck, laughed, "Always busy Doc aren't cha!"

Harry turned around and faced Ron and Hermione, both looking at him with various faces of disbelief, and pulled them forward with him.

"Lets get out of here," He whispered, and Ron could be no happier than to oblige.

The abandoned warehouse was almost as creepy as the Shrieking Shack, and just like the Shack, it was a lot less creepy on the fact it was a lot better than the shack. In the entrance there were several young children no younger than 5 but no older than 10. Their young faces lite up as they caught sight of Harry.

"Doc! DOC! Old Man!" Various young voices rang as they leapt on Harry.

Harry fell over as they tackled him, laughing. Ron watched as Harry impressively untangled himself from the young grips after only 10 minutes.

Once free Harry came over, both of them looking at him with wide eyes, "Follow me up the stairs? Remus should be there."

They both could do nothing but nod, both speechless. The room was a pale yellow and large. It was an open room with 12 twin sized beds and tall windows on the opposite wall. Ron sucked in a breath as he saw on the first bed was Remus.

Snape was fairly unhappy as he paced in front of the entrance doors. Not only was it getting dark outside, but also, Potter, Weasley, and Granger had not come back yet. Silently fuming and more than a little impatient, he decided to go for a walk outside. Stomping across the grounds he came to the spot where Potter usually went, but alas he was not there. Something dark squeezed his heart. Not use to the feeling and not liking it at all, Snape got even madder. Glancing around the grounds he saw nothing. Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, 'Time to tell Minerva'. He could not wait to give all three of them detention, and he couldn't wait for this uneasy feeling to go away.