Disclaimer: i don't own Harry Potter

A.N. 1 Thank you for giving this fic a chance!

Warnings: OOC Characters, grammar and spelling mistakes (I don't have a beta), cursing and sexual themes (This is RENT)

Chapter 2: Destination Unknown

Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings confuses Harry greatly until he remembered the events that have happened to him yesterday night. A grumble from his stomach managed to remind him that he has not eaten supper last night and that made him rise up from the bed. He then went to the bathroom and does his morning rituals before he went down to receive his complimentary breakfast of toast and eggs.

While eating, Harry couldn't help but think on how he will leave England. Should he use the muggle's way? But the problem is that he doesn't have a passport! And from what he has heard from his aunt complaining years ago, it was quite slow on how they approve of the application for acquiring passports. He doesn't have that time available in waiting for his passport to be approved! So that cancels out the muggle's way.

Wizarding way it is then. Should he fly using his Nimbus 2000? Okay that's pretty stupid. He'll obviously be seen even with him wearing an invisibility cloak especially if he is also bringing his trunk around. So flying is out. What's next? Hmm… from what he has remembered, the other wizarding travelling method is apparating. With that skill, he could just pop in and out wherever he wanted. The problem is that he doesn't know how to apparate and learning how to do it would obviously take some time. So apparating's out. How about using magic carpets? Wait are there magic carpets in the wizarding world?

'Oh this just sucks,' Harry thought. He has no idea how to leave the country!

-Wait- is there a travel company or something for the wizards like there is for the muggles? Really, he couldn't remember seeing one but he was not really looking for one whenever he visited Diagon Alley. Maybe there is! After all, he hasn't visited every shop there, only the ones that sell his school things.

Before he could go on with his plan in looking for some kind of a travel shop in Diagon Alley, he remembered that the ministry is probably looking for him. What should he do? He can't always use his invisibility cloak forever. Well, why can't he?

Because by doing so would be akin to stealing. But he is desperate! Why can't he just grab something there that could magically whisk him away somewhere? He could even leave money in the counter! That is not considered stealing right?

If he is to do what he just planned, he should probably do it now or else his nerves would hinder him. So without further ado, Harry thanked the one who served him his breakfast. Then he went and got his trunk from his room and checked out. He walked outside until he reached a secluded alley. There, he brought out his invisibility cloak and covered himself and his trunk and started walking cautiously towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Once Harry successfully found himself inside Diagon Alley, he couldn't wait but sigh in relief. First part of the plan was a success and no one was the wiser! No one knows that one Harry Potter is among the people going shopping!

Walking around, Harry couldn't help but smile sadly. If his plan came true, this would be the last time he would be able to see Diagon Alley. While walking, he noticed that on the left side of Gringotts, a street that he has never ever passed by. Curious, he checked that street out and noticed that this part of Diagon Alley seems to be catering for housewives! One of the shops sells cleaning products! The other one sells cooking utensils!

And on the right corner is a Travel Shop! JACKPOT!

He went inside and saw all sorts of weird things. Like on one side, it consists of pieces of junk he couldn't think of how it relates in travelling. Then on the other side are different travel guides and souvenirs. And on the centre is the counter which at the moment is empty.

Walking around the room, careful to not let anyone bump into him, he went to the part where the different junks are wondering what they are.

He was only able to read that those pieces of junk are portkeys before someone managed to bump him hard on his back, making him fall to one of those portkey. He then uttered, "What the fudge?"

Unfortunately for Harry, the key word for the specific portkey that he fell into is fudge.

The next thing Harry knew is that he is standing with his trunk in some kind dirty alleyway.

"What the hell happened and where in the merlin's name am I now?" Harry murmured to himself in confusion.

A.N.2 Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter would be… I really have no idea. I just know that Harry will be meeting some characters from RENT.

A.N.3 Sorry again if it's short. it's just that I'm using this fic to buffer my other fics.