Hiding in Plain Sight (A Hinny Fanfiction)

The Ghetto

"Oh. Well... thank you very much," Harry said in an uncertain voice. Ginny, as tended to be the case, was a bit more direct.

"How do you know who he is?" she questioned the man.

The driver started waving his hands frantically. "Oh, I mean no harm, madam. But you can't zink zat the stories of the Boy Who Lived didn't make zeir vay across a little bit of sea."

Ginny softened. "I'm sorry. It's just that we're trying to keep a low profile here. I'm Ginny, Harry's... companion." The driver winked at Harry through the rear-view mirror. A slight smile formed on Harry's mouth at the side facing Ginny.

"I'm Klaus. The pleasure is mine. And don't vorry. Zere aren't many people left in Germany to stalk Herr Potter. I've heard zings in Britain have taken a... horrible turn. I'm sorry. If zere is one wizarding community zat knows vat zat's like, it's here."

Klaus was about Bill Weasley's age with springy black hair and the eyebrows to match. His beard, on the other hand, was sparse, to the point of making Ginny wonder why he kept trying.

By now, the other taxis had started a cacophony of honking. It turns out Klaus had forgotten to turn out of the taxi stand before chatting to his new passengers. He pulled out and began to swing the car toward the exit.

"Oh ja. Zo, vere vould you like to go?" Klaus asked once they were about to leave the airport property.

"Nurmengard," Harry replied. The ease with which he said the word struck both Ginny and Klaus, so much so that the latter had trouble staying in the correct lane. It all hit Ginny at once. Harry had said they needed an outside opinion on Horcruxes. There is only one other living wizard that would've dared to even think of such a thing. She could trace the shiver in her spine run from the bottom to the base of her skull. Harry was right; once she knew what they were doing, she didn't like it.

"Herr Potter, you understand zat Nurmengard isn't one of zose places you just bop into a taxi and request to go. Although your guess zat it's somevere in the mountains south of here is probably correct, I myself know no one zat vould precisely know. Certainly no one who has been."

"Any help you can give will be appreciated. I understand that whole time is a sore spot for your people," Harry explained.

"Zat is - how you English say? - an understatement. You'll zee. Zere aren't very many people still alive from zose days, but I do know vere to find one. Maybe she can point you in the right direction."

"That would be great, Klaus. Where is she?" Ginny asked.

"The only place for magic ve have left. Just in time, too. It looks like you have another admirer." Klaus tossed his head to the back. "Grey sedan. About 50 meters. He's done everyzing I've done so far."

Ginny swung around and studied the car Klaus was speaking of. It was simply in the same lane of the highway with a couple of cars between it and the taxi.

"Klaus, can you weave in and out a little? Maybe even get off on the next junction? See how serious this guy is?"

"Yes, Fräulein."

Klaus moved between some semi trucks, then over to the far-right lane and slowed. The next move put them in the slipstream of the second truck. The grey sedan should've been ahead of them. Instead, it was to their left side. Ginny and Harry looked over and saw the man from the airplane, the one that provided them gum.

"He was sitting with us on the airplane, Klaus. Probably just a coincidence," Ginny reported.

"If you say so, madam. Vas he magical?"