[A/N] So like I said, I was inspired to continue this by alwaysuptonogood. I don't really even know how this person inspired me, I was just so touched by what they said in their review, and immediately felt that I had to write more. I said I'd write a novel about it, but I'm sure you all just wanna get to the story. First, however, I'd like to say a few things;

1. I felt the need to tell you all that page 99 in my copy of Deathly Hallows has been read so many times, that I need to tape it or it'll soon fall out.

2. There are a lot of places in this chapter/ overall story where I take things directly from the book, so yeah, quick... *shudders* ... disclaimer... I hate these things... I don't own anything except the idea of Ginny going along with them... so yeah, everything is Joanne's... There, I did it, now it's not happening again.

3. Don't expect updates very often, as I'm in a musical, and we have nightly rehearsals and open this week. Talk about stressful, I've not been getting much sleep.

So now that I've got that out of the way, here is chapter 5, dedicated to alwaysuptonogood, for being an inspiration :)

Ginny: Funny how things like that happen, isn't it?

Me: Yeah. But hey, at least I finished my other story.

Ginny: Oh, what's that about?

Me: Me being in love with your son. It's a pretty good story. It's called 'It feels like it happened before.' Thing is, I had to end it because I became friends with the guys who plays him in the last movie... it was all awkward and stuff...

Ginny: It's about saywhat now?

Me: ON WITH THE STORY.

After the guys got changed, we walked out of the alley we were in and onto the main street.

"Where are we?" I asked no one in particular.

"Tottenham Court Road." Hermione replied. "Let's keep going."

A minute or so of silence passed.

"Just as a matter of interest, why Tottenham Court Road?" Ron asked Hermione.

"I've no idea, it just popped into my head, but I'm sure we're safer out in the muggle world, it's not where they'll expect us to be."

"True," said Ron, looking around. "but don't you feel a bit- exposed?"

"Where else is there?" Hermione asked. We both cringed as some men across the street wolf whistled at us. We were both still wearing our dresses from the wedding.

"Besides," I added, ignoring the whistling. "We can hardly book rooms at the Leaky Cauldron, can we? And Grimmauld Place is out if Snape can get in there..."

"I suppose we could try my parents' house, though I think there's a chance they might check there... Oh, I wish they'd shut up!" Hermione said angrily.

"All right, ladies?" The drunkest of the men on the other sidewalk was yelling. "Fancy a drink? Ditch them lads and come have a pint!"

"Let's sit down somewhere," Hermione and I said as we looked at Ron, who was about to yell back.

"Look, this will do." Hermione said, dragging him along.

It was a small and shabby all-night cafe. A light layer of grease lay on all the formica-topped tables, but it was at least empty. Harry slipped into a booth first and Ron sat next to him opposite Hermione and I. Hermione had her back to the entrance and did not like it; she glanced over her shoulder so frequently she appeared to have a twitch. Harry looked uncomfortable, as if he'd preferred walking.

After a minute or two, Ron said "You know, we're not far from the Leaky Cauldron here, it's only in Charing Cross-"

"Ron, we can't!" Hermione said at once.

"Not to stay there," I said to her, taking my brother's side. I too wanted to go. We just want to find out what's going on!"

"We know what's going on! Voldemort's taken over the ministry, what else do we need to know?"

"Well I, for one, would like to know if my family is all right!" I said a little loudly. The waitress gave us a curious look as she walked over, chewing her gum loudly.

"What can I get you?" She said in a high-pitched, bored voice.

"Four cappuccinos, please." Hermione said. The waitress rolled her eyes as she wrote down our order, and walked away.

"Harry, get under the cloak!" Ron whispered, his eyes wide. Harry did as he said, just in time, as two burly workmen walked in to the cafe and squeezed into the next booth.

"Ron, they're just muggles, why does Harry need to go under the cloak?" I whispered.

"I dunno, I guess I've got a feeling... Never mind, but stay under the cloak!" He added.

Hermione looked nervous. "I think we should find a quiet place to disapparate, and head for the countryside. Once we're there, we can try to send a message to the Order."

"Can you do that talking Patronus thing, then?" I asked as the waitress came back with our drinks. She looked confused, as Harry was no longer there, but rolled her eyes as she gave us our drinks, and walked away.

"I've been practicing, and I think so."

"Well as long as it doesn't get them into trouble, though they might've been arrested already. God, that's revolting." Ron added a bit loudly, after taking a sip of his cappuccino. The waitress heard, and gave him a dirty look. She walked to the table where the workmen sat, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the huge blonde one wave her away.

"We should leave," I whispered nervously. "None of us really want to drink this... stuff... Do you have muggle money to pay with, Hermione?"

"Yes, I've taken out all my savings. I bet all the change is at the bottom." She reached for her beaded bag.

Suddenly, Ron got up, pulling out his wand. There was a sound of people getting up in the next booth as Harry, still invisible, yelled "Stupify!"

We'd been found.

[A/N] So, I hope you all liked it, and I hope to update as soon as possible :) Just review to remind me ;)

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