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three — everywhere i go leads me back to you
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"REYNA?" asked Hermione, her brows furrowing together. "What are you doing here?"
Reyna slowly opened her eyes. For a second, she thought that they had not left the wedding; she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still surrounded by hundreds of people.
"Good question," said Reyna, still looking around. "One of you lot grabbed me. This can count as kidnapping, you know."
"Me," said Ron, who was panting. "Bellatrix was about to curse you from behind you, and you were too busy duelling the one in front of you to notice. I panicked, I suppose, and grabbed onto you before anything happened."
"Oh," Reyna said, slightly confused. Did he still care about her? Why didn't he just leave her there? "Erm — thanks?"
Jokingly, Ron rolled his eyes. "I could've just saved your life, and you don't sound very grateful."
"Oh, shut up," said Reyna, shaking her head at him, before turning to Hermione. "Where are we?"
"Tottenham Court Road," stated Hermione. "Walk, just walk, we need to find somewhere for Harry to change."
Reyna, who had never been to Muggle London and could not Apparate yet, figured that she had no choice but to do as Hermione asked. They half walked, half ran up the wide dark street thronged with late-night revelers and lined with closed shops, stars twinkling above them. A double-decker bus rumbled by and a group of merry pub-goers ogled them as they passed; Harry and Ron were still wearing dress robes.
"Hermione, we haven't got anything to change into," Ron told her, as a young woman burst into raucous giggles at the sight of him.
"Why didn't I make sure I had the Invisibility Cloak with me?" said Harry, talking more to himself than to the other three. "All last year I kept it on me and —"
"It's okay, I've got the Cloak, I've got clothes for both of you," said Hermione, "Just try and act naturally until — this will do."
She led them down a side street, then into the shelter of a shadowy alleyway.
"When you say you've got the Cloak, and clothes . . ." said Harry, frowning at Hermione, who was carrying nothing except her small beaded handbag, in which she was now rummaging.
"Yes, they're here," said Hermione, and to Reyna's utter astonishment, she pulled out a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, some maroon socks, and finally the silvery Invisibility Cloak.
