Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

Knockturn Alley

~Living Room~

 Everyone gathered in front of the large fireplace. Mrs. Weasley: "You first, Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley offers Harry a flowerpot. At the bottom is a layer of very soft dust. Harry frowns in confusion. Ron: "Harry's never traveled by Floo Powder before, Mum." Harry: "Floo Powder?" Just then, Ron's older brother Percy enters. Mrs. Weasley: "Percy. Would you mind going first, so Harry can see how it's done?" Regulus: "Y/n. We're stopping by Ollivanders first." Y/n: "Okay!" Percy: "Certainly, Mother. Don't worry, Harry. It's simple enough." Harry: "Why are you going to Ollivanders?" Y/n: "Can I tell-" Regulus: "My wand is in a pond full of Inferi." Harry: "Inferi?" Y/n: "A dead body, reanimated by a Dark Wizard, similar to a zombie. They are created through the magical branch of Dark Arts called Necromancy." Harry: "Oh." Percy takes a pinch from the pot, pitches it into the fireplace and bright green flames roar high. To Harry's amazement, he calmly walks... straight into them. Percy: "Diagon Alley." Percy vanishes. Tentatively, Harry reaches into the pot. Mrs. Weasley: "Remember to speak clearly, dear!" Ron: "And mind you get out at the right grate!" Harry: (nodding, unsure) "D-Dia-gon Alley!" Regulus: "Y/n, go after him. Meet up at Ollivanders." Y/n: "Okay." Y/n: "Knockturn Alley!" 

~tunnel~

The sound is deafening as Harry hurtles forward, squinting against the sting of whirling soot and the mad, flickering lights of passing fireplaces. He falls face forward...

~Borgin and Bukes~

 ...onto a stone hearth. Dizzy and dirty, Harry reclaims his shattered glasses. He's tumbled into a wizard's shop, but a decidedly creepy one. He starts to exit when a withered hand in a glass case catches his eye: The Hand of Glory. Nearby, an opal necklace gleams Caution: Do not touch. Cursed--Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date. Oddly transfixed by it all, Harry drifts toward the exit. Y/n appears soon after. Y/n: "Let's go Knockturn Alley is the last place people of our age want to be at." Suddenly Draco Malfoy and his father, Lucius Malfoy, appear beyond the front window, approaching the shop. Harry glances about, spies a large black cabinet, and slips inside. As he pulls the doors closed, a tiny card swings into view: Crushing Cabinet. Malfoy and his father enter. A stooped man (Mr. Borgin) emerges from the back room. In the cabinet, Harry watches, unaware that the walls around him are... slowly closing in. Draco notices Y/n browsing the collection. Mr. Borgin: "Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasure to see you again. If I may, just in today --" Lucius Malfoy: "I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin. But selling." Mr. Brogin: "Selling?" Y/n takes out the Darkhold to compare a few items. Lucius: "You have heard, of course, that the Ministry of Magic is conducting more raids. There are even rumors of a new Muggle Protection Act..." Borgin catches a glimpse of the cover of the book the young girl is holding causing him to completely ignore the Malfoys. Borgin: "Miss? Are you selling that?" Y/n: "Huh? Oh, just browsing." Borgin: "That is very powerful Dark Magic. If you were caught-" Y/n: "I'm still sane and I still have a soul. I would be safe. As I said before I'm not selling this Darkhold. I'm interested in buying something." Borgin: "If you're sure-" Y/n: "You have no business to obtain a Darkhold. If you find one yourself so be it. This book is for witches who do wandless magic." Y/n goes back to browsing. Lucius unravels a roll of parchment and hands it to Borgin. Borgin: "Anyway, Mr. Malfoy." Lucius: "I have a few... ah... items at home that might prove embarrassing if the Ministry were to call. Certain poisons and the like..." Mr. Borgin: "Hmmm... yes. I see..." Inside the cabinet, Harry realizes the walls are closing in. His eyes shift upward. The ceiling is dropping. Draco drifts to the Hand of Glory, reaches out, when... the hand grabs him. Draco shrieks manage to slip free, then calms. He eyes the hand with malicious glee. Draco: "Can I have this?" Mr. Borgin: "Ah, the Hand of Glory. Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. Your son has fine taste, sir." Lucius: "Hopefully my son will amount to more than a thief, Mr. Borgin. Though if his marks don't pick up --" Draco: " It's not my fault the teachers have favorites. That girl over there and Hermione Granger --" Lucius: "I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizarding family beats you in every exam. Not only that but- did you say that girl over there?" Draco: "Yeah. Y/n Natalya Maximoff. She was adopted by the Potters. She comes from a long line of Witches and Warlocks." Lucius: "Warlocks not wizards?" Draco: "What's the difference?" Lucius: "Uh. I'm not too sure." Mr. Borgin: "I-" Y/n: "Like everything else in life, anyone can choose how to use their gifts. But in the magical world, there's a stereotype. Let this part of the warlock vs wizard debate explain the difference. Warlocks utilize unholy magic, and they are seen as demonic, egocentric, and avaricious. Their magic doesn't come from nature and their goal is to become powerful. On the other hand, wizards are typically portrayed as wise men who advise the highest points of authority regarding ruling matters. Their magic is for the greater good and they get their powers from the Earth." Draco: "Oh? Any Wizards?" Y/n: "No. Just witches and Warlocks." Draco: "I can't beat that." Lucius: "You cannot get better grades than someone who is so rooted deeply into magic." Mr. Borgin: "It's the same all over. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere." Lucius: (deadly) "Not with me." Inside the cabinet, Harry's knees are up under his chin... Borgin checks off one last time, then returns the parchment to Lucius. Satisfied, Malfoy nods. Lucius: "Very good. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow. Come, Draco." Borgin: "Are you sure you're not going to sell-" Y/n: "I'll buy somewhere else." Y/n leaves with them. They exit. As Borgin slips into the back room, the Crushing Cabinet's doors fly open and Harry leaps free. Inside, the walls, floor, and ceiling snap shut! Borgin reappears, blinks curiously at Harry, then watches him race out the door.

~Knockturn Alley~

Once outside, Harry fits his broken glasses to his face, and eyes a street sign: "KNOCKTURN ALLEY." Y/n grabs him. Y/n: "We're leaving. Now." Harry: "What did Borgin-" Y/n: "Old man doesn't know what he's talking about. I've already showed the teachers my books nothing's wrong with them." The vendors here clearly cater to the Dark Arts: shrunken heads, and poisonous candles. One window teems with spiders. Aged Witch: "Not lost are you, my dears?" Harry wheels, looking into the m\ossy teeth of a decrepit witch. She holds a tray of human fingernails. Y/n: "No. Now leave us." Harry: "I'm fine, thanks. I'm just --" Hagrid: "Y/n! HARRY! What d'yer think yer doin' down 'ere?" Harry: "Hagrid!" Hagrid knocks the tray from the cursing Witch's hands, then seizes Harry by the scruff of the neck and steers him away. Y/n's eye catches something. Y/n: "Perfect. Excuse me, sir?" Wizard: "Yes?" Y/n: "Is that a book on Horcruxes how to create and identify them?" Wizard: "What's a younging like you-" Y/n holds up her Darkhold. Y/n: "How much is it?" Wizard: "Seven galleons." Y/n: "Here. I'll give you ten and you won't tell anyone about this. Understood?" Wizard: "Understood." After Y/n got her book she leaves for Diagon Alley.