“Wake up Cory! We can’t be here after the sun comes up,” I hear Dumbledore’s voice above me.

“Why?” I ask still trying to pull the blanket over my heat and protect the warmth that has built up against my body.

“Because the rich assholes walk their dogs earlier in the mornin’, or they come for a jog. They easily call the police,” he answers as he starts packing his trolley as quickly as he can. “I already overslept. Remember one thing Cory; nobody has time for the unwashed of this nation. We mean nothing to them. They don’t see us as humans. To them we are all just drug...