Miss Slytherin

Book 6: Chapter 6

"How are Fred and George doing it? All the stores are closing down," Hermione chuckles as they walked farther away down the street from the Weasley shop.

Ron shrugs with a subtle proud smile on his face, "Fred reckons people needs a laugh these days," he says. Harry nodding in agreement, "I reckon he's right."

"Oh no," she hears Hermione gasp. As she now sees the ruined Ollivander's wand shop a bit closer than before, sadness creeping on the trio's faces as they got nearer to the isolated shop, practically destroyed at this point, the three of them stood in front of it in wonder. "Everyone got their wands from Ollivander's."

The three started walking inside, each of them had a fond memory of the shop during their first wand purchase. The first magical thing that both Harry and Hermione had experienced in their muggle childhood, in Ron's case the wonder if he had purchased his wand here first.

"Been a while since I last came in here," a voice spoke startling the trio, causing Ron to slip on a debris. Lucky for him Harry had his feet firm on the floor for him to latch on and not break a bone, the three of them turning around to see Finley with her lips pursed together as she looked down on the ground of broken wands.

"It actually took me a ton of wands before I could get my purple dragon heartstring one," she says, remembering the feeling of finding 'the' wand. She looks up to meet her friend's faces who finally calmed down from their fright, "Are you alright?"

"Never better," Ron replied as he sighed.

"Speaking of wands, I still don't understand why you don't want to take it back," Harry asked as he observed his sister, seeing as he had not seen her for a while until recently when they were with Dumbledore. "Don't you want to use the wand Ollivander sold you?"

"It's better that you hold on to that," Finley tells Harry with a tight lipped smile as she took out her Runespoor wand from her coat pocket. "I still have this so it doesn't matter."

"Is it just me, or does Malfoy and his mummy look like two people who don't want to be followed," Ron spoke, narrowing his gaze toward two blond figures who looked stiff with their light cautious footsteps.

Finley furrowed her brows at the figures, this had been the first time she's even caught a sight of Draco's silhouette honestly, and she could see how thin he had become that though it wasn't alarming in a medical stand point. It still was alarming, the last time she had seen him was in the room of requirement before they went back to King's Cross. He hasn't even visited her in the Zabini estate either.

She could see Narcissa Black, her regal looking self glances at the alley way whilst Draco obviously looked around before either of them continued walking towards an alleyway. Harry tugged on Finley's sleeve, pulling her towards the alley way leading towards knockturn alley. A place which Harry didn't have the nicest first impressions, and to his best friends, not even one lovely incident in the said alley.

But Finley? She had been in that side of the alley one too many times for her liking.

Following behind her brother who wasn't really the best at being stealthy, Finley made it a point to walk a bit faster and quieter.

The four of them walked down the Alley, cautious to not make a loud sound other than the heavy footsteps both Harry and Ron were making.

Making sure to not lose sight of Draco's back, she hurries on walking, with sharp turns and all. It was hard to keep track with the random alley way screaming, people talking to themselves against the wall, the most distracting for Finley was the wanted poster of a laughing man. Still following the mother and son, Finley was having second thoughts with keeping on following the two, but she also knew that they needed to follow them to see what they were up to.