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Draco, Harry, and Ron walk into the house they’re currently searching for the remaining potions confidently. Harry had apprehended the criminal earlier that week and now they just need to confiscate the rest of the evidence. The house was not all that impressive, which is really exactly what everyone had expected from an illegal potions dealer.
“Nice place they got,” Ron said looking around with a grimace on his face.
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust, “I don’t know why I keep getting assigned to you prats, you end up in the grossest places.”
“Awww, but you love us,” Harry grins.
Draco responds by shooting a stinging hex his way, making him wince and rub his arm in the place where it hit him.
The entire house had a foul smell like rotting potions ingredients and mold. Draco dragged his feet behind the two Gryfindors. After collecting all of the illegal potions from the lab and putting them in a giant muggle trash bag they look through the rest of the house.
In a corner of the house there was a much cleaner area with a small futon and a glass ball filled with…
Sponge pieces?
Harry picks up the object without hesitation.
“How long have you been an auror, Potter,” Draco asks starting to try to snatch the ball from Harry, “Don’t pick up objects that could be-”
Draco was interrupted by something akin to the feeling of a portkey.
Harry and Draco looked at eachother.
“Fuck.”
~~~
Ron stares at the place where Draco and Harry were moments before.
“Bloody hell.”
What's the point of having a field healer if he gets sucked up too?
He sends a Patronus to his wife detailing what just happened.
Moments later Hermione's otter came in yelling at him, “Ronald Weasly, you have been an auror for six years now and you still can’t make sure Harry doesn’t grab random shit.”
The otter does what must be the Patronuses version of pacing.
“I expected this from you and Harry but Draco,”
“He tried to warn him,” Ron said with a shrug.
Hermione groaned before dissipating without saying goodbye.
“‘Hi honey how was work’ Oh not great my best mate got eaten by a sponge ball, what about you, ‘Oh dear are you okay’ Yeah thanks babe,” Ron mutters walking away from the room.
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Harry stumbles over his own feet into the middle of a crowded area. He looks around bewildered. Draco does his best to seem unphased and brushes imaginary dust from his shoulders before leaning down and handing Harry his glasses back. Harry shoves them back on his face uncouthly before squinting around.
He quickly realizes that they’re in muggle London, in their wizarding robes.
A muggle girl in a terrible polyester rendition of Hogwarts robes runs up to them and greets them happily.
“Oh my god your cosplay is so good,” She fawns.
“My what?” Draco says indignantly.
“Cosplay,” Harry says, “Costuming as a character from some form of media,”
“I am not cosplaying,” He says.
“You’re very in character but your hair isn’t gelled back enough,”
“What-” Draco sputters, “I’ll have you know I haven’t gelled my hair since I was in school,”
She laughs and starts to dig into her purse. Eventually she pulls a book from the depths of her bag. The cover says ‘Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone’.
Harry raises an eyebrow and flashes his saviour smile, “Do you mind if I take this,”
The girl nods suddenly flustered.
She babbles about how she’ll give us twenty pounds if we kiss.
Harry ignores and thanks her and before starting to flip through the pages with increasing horror. Draco frowns and gently pries the book from Harry's hands, the book starts immediately with Harry being left on his Aunt and Uncle's doorstep. Harry stands frozen off to the side.
“Who wrote this,” Draco demanded, very tempted to put his wand to her throat.
She keeps her confidence in the face of Draco's anger, “I don’t know the authors are anonymous, you can see them right on the cover.
And she’s right, on the cover is the name S.R Brown.
She goes off on a rant about how everyones been trying to get them to say who they were and the most information they'd given was that there were two of them. Draco dragged Harry into an alley and pulled him awkwardly to his chest. He freezes for a moment before pulling him close and crying into his shoulder. Draco patted his back tensely. Suddenly an otter patronus appeared.
“Oh merlin there you two are,” Hermione's voice said, relieved, “Where are you?”
Hermione pauses a moment and sees Harry crying. Draco shakes his head in warning.
“Muggle Londen from what we can tell.” Draco gives her the address of the alleyway, “Try to apparate,”
“I’ll send Ron instead,” The otters connection breaks for a second before reappearing.
“He’s there, where are you guys?” We haven’t moved.
Harry pulls himself from Draco to cast a magic trace tracking spell. It zooms off in a different direction.
“We’ll figure it out Mione’ but we’ll talk to you later.”
Harry waves the connection away before nonverbally transfiguring their clothes into more muggle attire.
Draco sighs already knowing what's coming.
“Well? Let's go then.”
Fucking Gryffindors.