Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Other World ❯ Escape ( Chapter 1 )

Author: James the Lesser/Bunny Man

I do not own these characters, this is not approved by J.K. Rowling, and this is my own work,

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Chapter 1: Escape

 

 

Harry wasn't sure what he had been thinking, he was now free, away from the wizarding world. He had cast a concealing spell so he could do magic without being detected by the Ministry, he had put everything in his bottomless pouch, and had sent Hedwig to Hagrid to be taken care of. But now that he was in the other world, the Muggle World, he had no idea what to do. Harry walked down the streets freely knowing that here he wasn't the Famous Harry Potter but some kid on the sidewalk, he wasn't a target, he was a nuisance. But he was hungry, and he would probably need somewhere to stay unless he planned on sleeping outside which he didn't want to do. Ducking into an alley Harry got his wand out. “Uh what would the spell be? I know wizard money has special spells so a wizard can't make their own, but what about Muggle money?” Harry tried to imagine a wallet full of pounds and quids, he got this thought and kept it in his head until he could almost smell the leather from the wallet. “Creato Pounds”. Nothing, Harry tried several other words he thought might be money spells finally getting it when he mumbled all the ones before together. “Well I have money now, just need to find a place to stay now.” Harry had only been in the Muggle world rarely and had no idea what to do. He walked around for awhile before finding a place that said “Cheap Beds, Cheap Rooms, Ask Inside.” SO Harry went in.

 

“What you looking for kid?” The man up front was reading a newspaper.

 

“A room, I need one, not sure for how long.” Harry looked around the place, it was quite dirty, but he didn't care.

 

“You eighteen?” Harry hadn't thought about this, he was only 15, but he had no ID to say this.

 

“Yeah of course I'm eighteen.” Harry lied, and apparently either the guy believed him or just didn't care.

 

“Alright it's 30 pound a night, leave by 10am or pay for another night. Uh, let's see.” The guy looked over a wall with a lot of keys hanging down. “Here, Room 17, if you don't like it tough.” Harry took the key and handed the guy 90 pounds before walking into the hallway finding Room 17. Opening the door he found a single sized bed with a tray next to it and another door leading to a small bathroom with shower stall. Harry went over to the bed and found the mattress was hard and lumpy when he lay down.

 

“Well I guess this is a good deal.” Harry got off the bed and took his bottomless pouch off. Getting his trunk out Harry got out some clothes and got clean clothes ready. Taking a shower Harry got out and changed into the clean clothes. “Hungry, need food, how much money do I have left?” Harry got out the wallet and found 160 pounds left. “Well now I just need to duplicate it.” Harry got his wand out and duplicated the money twice. “ID, how the hell do I make that?” Harry decided it was more important to get something to eat before making an ID or trying to make an ID. When Harry passed the guy in the front he set his Newspaper down and grunted at Harry.

 

“Leaving already? You get what you pay for, no refunds.”

 

“I am going out to get something to eat, not leaving.” Harry left and went out onto the street figuring out where to go. Walking around for a few minutes he decided on a small diner and went in.

 

“Smoking or non?” A woman chewing gum and wearing a uniform `greeted' Harry.

 

“Uh, doesn't matter.” The woman led him over to a table that must have been in the smoking section since it had a haze floating around it.

 

“Want something to drink long as I'm here?” Harry nodded and ordered water. “Alright I'll be back when I get back with your water; the menu is already on the table so figure out what you want.” Harry went over the menu and decided on the burger and salad before the waitress got back. With time on his hands Harry looked around at the people eating looking at the clothes trying to figure out what he would buy. He was now in the Muggle World, he could use magic to make all the muggle money he would need, and he was tired of wearing old clothes mainly from Dudley's closet. He saw a group of teens sitting together talking about some new band and Harry figured he could try to talk to them, at least see one of their IDs.

 

“Hey I was wondering if any of you have an ID.” Harry felt weird talking to these teens who would laugh if he told them he was a wizard instead of ask him for an autograph being The Famous Harry Potter.

 

“Are you kidding? If you want us to buy you something just gives us the money and we will get it.” Two of the teens laughed high fiving each other.

 

“No I just want to see one of your IDs.” Harry understood it sounded stupid but what did he care? He didn't know these people.

 

“What the hell do you want with an ID, get your own.” Harry just needed to see an ID so he could make one of his own. Reaching into his pocket he got out ten pounds.

 

“I'll give you ten pounds to just show me your ID, I know it sounds stupid, and it is, but I just want to see an ID.” The closest teen grabbed the ten pounds out of Harry's hands and got out their ID.

 

“There weirdo.” Harry looked a the ID for a few seconds then gave it back.

 

“Thanks.” Harry walked back to the table ignoring the laughing and snickering coming from the table of teens. Harry sat down and waited for the waitress for a few more minutes when she finally came with a glass of water.

 

“So what you want kid?” Harry told her and she left him alone at the table again. Harry drank from his water thinking of what to do, he had left the wizarding world behind; he was now in a new world, the Muggle world. He had made sure he couldn't be found by magic after using several spells he learned from books to cover his magical signature and make it impossible to be found by Owl. “What the hell are you thinking? You don't belong here kid, go back to your world, and make sure you have an ID before you go back to the motel for your things.” The voice was there.

 

“Shut up, I don't care what you think I should do.” Harry finished his glass of water and planned on what to do. A few minutes later the waitress came back with his burger and salad.

 

“Here's your bill, pay when you are done.” Harry tore into his food finishing it quickly and paying his bill. He was going to leave a tip but the waitress was nothing like the other one he dealt with at the restaurant that he went to with Hermione. Leaving Harry went into an alley and got the wallet out. Harry pictured the ID he had just seen changing a few things in his mind. He tried a spell, didn't work. He tried another, didn't work. He kept this up until he heard a popping noise. Opening his eyes he saw an ID with his picture and a few added things like age and address.

 

Going back to his motel room he walked in planning on going to his room when a large woman stopped him. “He's here! Now my husband let you stay here but I can't unless you are at least eighteen and you sure don't look eighteen. Where's your ID?” The voice had given him good advice.

 

“Right here ma'am and thanks for the compliment.” Harry got his new ID out and showed the large woman.

 

“Twenty One? You sure don't look it.” The woman handed the ID back to Harry who stuck it back into his pocket.

 

“Like I said thanks for the compliment, if that's it can I go to my room?” The woman let him go. Harry went to his room wondering what to do now, there wasn't even a TV in his room. Laying down on the bed Harry tried to think of what to do now. “Go back now! You don't belong here, you belong at home, in the wizarding world!” The voice was back but Harry ignored it. Harry got up and did some push ups, sit ups, and stretches to occupy his time. “There is nothing to do!” Harry took another shower since he had gotten sweaty from working out and needed to put on clean clothes.

 

Getting out Harry still had nothing to do. “Go Home!” “Shut up! I'm not going home, hell I don't even know where it is.” Harry had changed into old clothes and decided he had time to kill he should go out and buy new clothes. Going out into the city Harry went into a few stores buying whatever he wanted. He felt free now buying what he wanted to wear, just like in Diagon Alley when he got to buy his own Dress Robes instead of having hand me downs.

 

Walking back to his motel he had bags full of shirts, jeans, two pair of shoes, and a new gold watch. Getting to his motel room Harry put his new clothes into separate piles on the floor and wondered what he should wear for that night. He passed a few bars and a couple clubs when he was walking around and wanted to go to one or two that night, use his new ID. Choosing on black pants with a black shirt Harry sat on his bed wondering what to do until night came. “Go home damn it, you don't want to go out tonight you want to go home, if you were home you would have Hermione and her parents to talk to instead of just me.” “Shut up damn it! I have no home to go to.” Harry got his wallet out and duplicated the money again making sure he would have enough money for the night. You realize the Ministry will have your head for this, making Muggle money is an offense they take seriously.” Harry was getting annoyed the voice was even worse then being alone. “Go away; I don't care what the Ministry will do. I am not in the wizarding world anymore.” Harry lies down on his bed and fell asleep, anything to get away from the voice.

 

Two hours later Harry woke up from a dreamless sleep. Looking outside he saw it was dark out. “Finally it's dark out time to have fun.” Harry had no idea what he was doing, he had never been to a club, he could barely dance with Hermione and now he was planning on going to some club. Harry left and walked the streets getting to the club he had in mind, The Underground.

 

“Got your ID?” A large black man at the door asked Harry. Harry got his ID out and showed it to the man. “This fake?” Harry nearly choked on his tongue when the man asked him that.

 

“No, even if it was would I wouldn't say yes I faked it.” The man handed Harry his ID back and let him in. Getting inside Harry saw a cute woman behind a counter wearing all black.

 

“Cover fee is twenty pounds.” Harry handed her the money and went through another set of doors. Inside he saw a large dance floor, a few tables with chairs, a long bar with chairs, and a bunch of lights hanging from the ceiling and on the walls. So far there were only a few people dancing and the music was relatively quiet. Harry didn't feel like sitting at a table alone so went up to the bar.

 

“Want something to drink?” Another cute girl dressed in all black handed a glass to Harry then pointed to the wall behind her with different kinds of bottles.

 

“Uh, what's your weakest stuff?” The girl laughed and grabbed a large bottle pouring the liquid in.

 

“Not much of a drinker are you? You came early though place doesn't pick up until around midnight.” Harry took a sip of his drink and made a face. “What your first time drinking? You need something smoother then that stuff.” The girl took the drink away and gave Harry a new one. “It's a little stronger but won't have as much bite to it. You just turn 21 or something?” Harry shook his head, his ID said he had turned 21 two months ago.

 

“I just never got around to drinking; the private school I go to doesn't allow it.” Harry did tell her the truth, Hogwarts was a private school, sort of.

 

“Oh. You just get home from school for the summer? I use to go to school but it was so expensive my family couldn't afford it of course I got a great job now.” She smiled at Harry and went to another customer leaving Harry alone. Harry took a sip from his new drink, the girl was right, it didn't have the bite the first drink had but did burn a little going down. Finishing his first Drink Harry felt a little better; the two hour nap helped Harry feel awake and the alcohol made him feel warm even though it was already warm in the club. “Need a refill?”

 

“Harry, and yes I could use a refill. How much do I owe right now?” The girl filled up Harry's glass.

 

“Well I didn't add that first drink and this stuff is four pounds a glass, so you owe eight pounds Harry, I'm Amelia.” Harry knew he had more then enough; he could drink ten glasses and not spend half the money he duplicated. Ha

 

 

“What time is it?” Harry didn't have a clock in his motel room, and he hadn't set his watch yet.

 

“10:12, wow nice watch.” Harry set his watch to the correct time.

 

“Thanks, got it to today.”

 

“Is that real gold?”

 

“Yeah, had to stop myself from buying the platinum watch.” Harry wanted it so badly but he didn't really need it, and the gold watch was cheaper, not that Muggle money was a problem.

 

“Wow your parents must be rich to send you to private school and to be able to afford such nice things.” Amelia kept looking at Harry's watch.

 

“No, they were killed when I was young.” Harry noticed Amelia in more then customer bartender way looking over her body as he worked on his second drink.

 

“Oh sorry, who do you live with then?” Harry shrugged his shoulders. “What?”

 

“Myself, I did live with my Aunt and Uncle but they were killed, so I was going to live with my God Father but then he was killed.” This girl, woman, had no idea what Harry had been through, Harry couldn't believe he was telling a stranger this.

 

“What the hell happened? Your family in the military or something? Or were they living in Ireland and got caught in the middle of the IRA stuff?” Harry had to think of something, he wasn't sure what the IRA `stuff' was but it worked for him.

 

“Yeah, the IRA.”

 

“So what do you do for fun?” Amelia took the empty glass and filled it up again. Harry did the math in his head and was now up to twelve pounds.

 

“Right now I am just glad I found some place to stay. It may be cheap and it may be small but it's a roof over my head.” Harry went on about his current living situation with Amelia who seemed rather interested in Harry.

 

“Well like you said it is a roof over your head, why not just live at your house?” Harry shrugged his shoulders. “Memories huh? Well I have to do my job if I want to get paid, just call for me if you want a refill.” Harry sat there sipping at his third drink listening to the music. Harry didn't really listen to music and had never heard of the bands playing or the songs before. Harry liked this, sitting there with people around him, music that was loud, and a drink in his hand.

 

Harry was amazed by how much attention he was getting. Several girls had come up to him and asked him to dance. He tried a couple times but didn't really like it. Getting back to his chair Harry ordered another drink from Amelia. “Lots of cute girls out there Harry, enjoying yourself?” Harry shrugged his shoulders.

 

“I can't dance, although I don't know if you could call that dancing.” Harry took another sip from his drink.

 

“Bumping and grinding is dancing if you do it right. Although working at a club takes all the fun out of staying out all night drinking and dancing. I still like spending my nights off at clubs though, meet a cute guy, have some fun, all good.”

 

“They seem alright to me even though this is my first time going to a club. Who sings this song?” Not that you could call it singing by Harry's standard.

 

“Coal Chamber, the new album is coming out soon already have the money saved for it.” Amelia got Harry another drink when he finished his third one. “So a cute guy like you have a girlfriend?” Harry wasn't sure but he thought Amelia might be flirting with him, the alcohol and lack of experience clouded his mind.

 

“Nope, had one but we broke up after a fight.” He was suppose to be working on the relationship with Hermione but he did leave that life behind.

 

“Aw to bad.” She didn't sound sincere. “How long you staying at the motel?”

 

“I paid for three days, nights, whatever.” Harry was feeling more woozy then before trying to think.

 

“Well have fun another girl is coming this way.” Amelia left before a woman wearing bright neon pink came up and asked Harry to dance with her. Harry went with her for a couple dances before he had to sit down; his head was starting to swim. “Want another drink Harry?” Amelia had the bottle out ready to pour it. Harry shook his head then laying it down on the bar. “Hmm you need some food, seven pounds for a burger, and two pounds for just the bread to soak up some of that alcohol.” She laughed a little but Harry wasn't hungry.

 

“Hey babe how about two shots and a number?” A guy had come up and started to talk to Amelia.

 

“Seventy inches, that's how tall you have to be to ride this ride.” Amelia poured the two shots.

 

“Come on babe we could have some fun.” The guy kept hitting on Amelia.

 

“You know that big black guy out front?” The man nodded. “That's her boyfriend, if you want her go talk to him and see how he answers.” The man walked away quickly after Harry's little comment.

 

“Wow Harry thanks! Free drink on me.” Amelia poured Harry another drink who started to drink it even though it was probably not a good idea. “You're putting them down pretty good for a first timer.” The time passed and Harry kept drinking. After his sixth drink he seemed to get better and danced with a couple other girls before going back to the bar.

 

“Hey Amelia where do you live?” Harry was drunk, he wasn't feeling sick or dizzy anymore but he was drunk.

 

“Why do you want to know?”

 

“I have a few blocks to walk to get back to my motel and hoping you might live near there to drop me off or something.” Harry worked on his seventh drink having gotten use to the burn of the liquid.

 

“Well I know the place you are talking about and it is in the opposite direction of my place but if you want I could take you there, wouldn't want a good customer getting hurt.” She took the glass Harry had just finished and filled it with water. “Here maybe this will help, I don't get off until two so if you want to sit there for another hour or so I can take you home.” Harry drank his water.

 

“Alright, take me home, thanks.” Harry got his wallet out trying to do the math.

 

“It's twenty eight pounds, the water is free.” Harry got thirty out.

 

“Thanks for the tip.” Harry realized that Amelia would probably want money for gas and she did pour him that first drink even if he didn't finish it.

 

“Here.” Harry gave her ten pounds. “Thanks for giving me a ride later Amelia.” Harry continued drinking the water.

 

“No problem Harry.” Amelia went over to some other people doing her job. Harry just sat there and turned down a couple girls who asked him to dance. Harry kept looking at his watch getting a little less drunk.

 

“Maybe I can make it back by myself.” “She wants you! Go with her, talk to her, get with her!” The voice was back and again Harry ignored it. Amelia came back to Harry. “Hey I'm feeling a little better…” Amelia got a glass out and filled it up with a different kind of alcohol.

 

“This stuff has bite but is smooth, only five pounds, three pence.” Harry started to drink this new alcohol not worrying about the time. Finishing it Harry felt the swimming in his head again when Amelia came back.

 

“Only ten more minutes then I can clean up and let Mary take over.” Harry nodded letting Amelia refill the glass. Working on the new drink Harry thought the time would never move, ten minutes seemed to take hours to pass. His head swam a bit more and as he finished this drink a new girl came over.

 

“Amelia says you got two of those so ten pounds and six pence is your total.” Harry gave her fifteen pounds. “Thanks, Amelia was right you are cute, she said she will get you when she clocks out.” Harry didn't say anything waiting for Amelia to take him home.

 

“You ready Harry?” Amelia grabbed Harry's arm and lead him to a back exit instead of going through the dance floor to get to the front exit. “Employee parking lot is just another benefit to working here.” She let Harry sit in the back so he could lie down. Harry closed his eyes hearing the roar of the engine. Harry wasn't paying attention to what was going on or how long Amelia drove. “Come on Harry just a couple flights of stairs to go up.” Harry followed Amelia not remembering having to go up stairs to get to his motel room. Amelia lead Harry into a small apartment. “Come on Harry let's see how good you treated your girlfriend.” Harry followed her to the bedroom his head still swimming although now had new thoughts doing laps in his head.