Chapter 27

It would have taken her half an hour to walk to Harley Street from the Leaky Cauldron, but she'd thought that being out on the streets, even Muggle streets, was a bad idea under the circumstances. She'd decided to enter London through the pub, where she planned to flag down a black cab and be delivered to her doctor's office no more than ten minutes later, even with Friday's post-business hours traffic.

She'd never thought for a moment that it wouldn't matter how long she was out or what street she was on.

She stopped on the pavement outside her doctor's building as a gust of wind caught her hair and the flowing skirt of her dress. She turned to pull her hair out of her face, and—

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