Hogwarts Express: Time Travel

XIII. Bad Encounters

XIII. Bad Encounters

As the movie picks up, the screen shows Mrs. Weasley as she picks up a pot of the mantel.

Mrs. Weasley: You first, Annie dear [offers Annie a flowerpot. At the bottom is a layer of very soft dust. Annie frowns in confusion.]

Ron: But Annie's never traveled by Floo powder before, Mum.

Annie: Floo Powder?

"Blimey she's so cute when she's confused" Barty laughs making the lot who had their eyes set on her glare him

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, well, you go first, Ron. So that Annie can see how it's done. Yes. In you go. That's it.

Ron: Diagon Alley! [Ron throws down the Floo Powder and disappears in a burst of green flames]

Mrs. Weasley: You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on. Come on. In you go. That's it. Mind your head. That's right. Now, take your Floo powder. That's it, very good. Now, don't forget to speak very, very clearly.

Annie: Diagonally.

Annie disappears.

Mrs. Weasley: What did she say, dear?

Mr. Weasley: "Diagonally"

Mrs. Weasley: I thought she did.

Annie landed in Borgin and Burkes. she goes into a cabinet to hide herself just as Draco and Lucius arrives to the store.

Both Lucius and Narcissa's eyes widen at his appearance, while other laugh and snort

"What's up with the hair Malfoy?" Barty comments

"You look like a male version of Barbie!" Evan adds making them laugh even harder while he just sits glaring them

Lucius: Don't touch anything, Draco.

Draco: Yes, father.

"Why are so cold to him Lucius?" Narcissa frowns clearly upset

Mr. Borgin: Uh, Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again. And young Master Malfoy, too. Delighted. I must show you, just in today and very reasonably--

Lucius: I'm not buying today, Borgin. I'm selling.

Mr. Borgin: Selling?

Lucius: Draco.

"Selling?" Narcissa snorts amused "You?"

Draco puts a box on the counter.

Lucius: You are aware no doubt that the Ministry of Magic is conducting more raids on private houses. There's even rumors of a new Muggle Protection Act.

Mr. Borgin: Pure wizard blood is counting for less everywhere, I'm afraid.

Lucius: Not with me. Anyway, I brought a few items from home that might prove, uh... [ he unravels a roll of parchment, hands it to Borgin] Embarrassing if the Ministry were to call certain poisons and the like...

Mr. Borgin: Hmmm... yes. I see...

Inside the cabinet, Annie realizes the walls are closing in on her. Her eyes shift upward where the ceiling is dropping. Draco drifts to the Hand of Glory, reaches out, when... the hand suddenly grabs him. Draco shrieks, manages to slip free, then calms. He eyes the hand with malicious glee.

Draco looks away embarrassed then glares at Annie who was laughing her ass off but he realizes she wasn't the only one so he only sighed and shook his head