I pulled out a small satchel full of floo powder after entering a fire place in an abandoned building just outside Hogsmeade village. Hermione and I had snuck out early this morning. With it being a Saturday too there were no classes to attend and with my invisibility spell no one saw us leave.

The old building used to belong to a witch or wizard who was probably ostracized from the rest of wizarding society. They had to remain away and yet close at the same time and would need to travel for supplies or to sell wares. Few mortals are ever self sufficient on their own and I will use this to my advantage.

I threw a handful of floo powder into the enchanted fireplace. A blue swirling flame came to life after a puff of smoke.

"Are you ready Hermione?" I asked the Nervous witch.

"Y-yes," she replied seemingly unsure and fidgeting.

Inspite of her nervous demeanor the girl spoke perfectly within the harmless blue fire," Diagon Alley!"

I had never used this method of travel myself but I understand the magic behind it. Unafraid of the potential risks I used the powder, entered, and said,"Diagon Alley!"

I felt a sensation like something pulling or dragging on my skin.

*Bang!*

I crashed into a table after being thrown out of a fireplace. I struck the side of the table right around my midsection. It felt like I may have cracked a rib.

Dazed I took in my surroundings, An elderly couple had rushed over to me asking if I was okay and how I ended up falling down their chimney. Well, this is embarrassing...

"I am uncertain how this happened but I'm okay. I'm very sorry to bother you," I apologized.

"It's okay young man we're just glad you're unhurt. My name's Thomas Renald and this is my wife Isabella."

"A pleasure," I responded recognizing their names, being what I am, and who they are. Both look to be in good health but are in their late 70's. Their children are all grown and in a few years they both will pass on. The worrying part of this encounter, however, is that they are both muggles. Luckily, they think I fell into their fireplace. I cannot lie but I can mislead and I don't have to correct a misconception. Call it a loophole in my code of conduct.

"Mr. Renald-"

"Thomas," the old man corrected.

"Thomas, Could you tell me precisely where in the city I am, I think I'm lost".

"Well, son your roughly a 30 minute walk from the center of great Britain. You look out that window there and you'll see big Ben clock tower", Thomas answered.

"Thanks, I'm not really from here. Have a nice day," I replied as I exited the front door.

So I made it most of the way to Diagon Alley. Why did it fail? As I walked to my destination I thought about the potential cause of my incorrect transport. A realization hit me as I remembered the dragging sensation that occured. My body is moved easy enough but my spiritual body was being dragged by the enchantment. For safety reasons the enchantment will make sure that all parts of the person are moved at the same pace and a good thing too as that would kill someone.

Humans only have a soul and a body but I also have my spiritual body sealed within this one. Checking my satchel I confirmed my suspicions. Yep the bag is now empty. The way Floo powder works is that it contains magical crystals that supply most of the energy for travel. Some energy is borrowed by the user by the enchantment when they say their destination. So to go three quarters of the way it cost me a full bag of magical powder and some magic energy it borrowed from me.

The good news is that there is a solution and that is simply supplying more energy for the transfer but this posses the issue of bigger problems. How many unforseen potential issues are out there that I haven't thought of yet. I may be ever present but I am not all knowing.

I felt my cracked rib knowing that healing magic cannot be used to mend my wounds, as it is life magic.

As I walked through the hidden entryway to Diagon Alley, I sighed,"hah, always more problems..."