Potter Head's Nirvana [ ON HOLD ]

Ch.15.Mad Malfoy Warthful Weasley

(5th August)

Mrs. Weasley woke us all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen sandwiches each, we pulled on our coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

"We‘re running low, Arthur,“ she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today…
ah well, guests first! After you, Harry dear!“

And she offered me the flowerpot.

I took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire,
and threw the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than me, I
stepped right into it,

I smiled slightly running my hands across the extra floo power pouch in my pocket

The fire felt like a warm breeze; I opened my mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.

"D-Dia-gon Alley,“ I coughed, funny how theae things happened. I've been using it for days now but I still messed up when 8 was supposed to.

It felt as though I was being sucked down a giant drain. I seemed to be
spinning very fast—the roaring in my ears was deafening—I tried to keep my
eyes open-now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face—squinting, I
saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond.
My sandwiches were churning inside me by now—I was soon ejected out of a fireplace and somehow I managed to stay on my feet.

Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, I got gingerly to my feet,  I was quite alone, but i had an idea as where i could possibly be though all  I could see was that I was standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard‘s shop—but nothing in here was ever likely to
be on a Hogwarts school list.

Borgin and Burkes was the epitome of gothic aesthetics.

The A glass case nearby held a withered hand on a cushion, a bloodstained pack of cards, and a staring glass eye.

Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling.

I made my way swiftly and silently toward the door, but before I‘d
got halfway toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass—and one of them was the very last person I wanted to meet when I was alone as Harry Potter, covered in soot, and wearing broken glasses: Lucius Malfoy.

I looked quickly around and spotted a large black cabinet to my left; I
shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through.
Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoys stepped into the shop.

I eavesdropped as Malfoy jr. Complained about me and Hermione to his father and Malfoy Sr. Sold items that may be ah what did he say again embarassing?

Poison being embarrassing was an understatement

I almost had a heart attack when Draco almost found my hiding spot.

When they left and Mr.Borgins returned to the back of the shop I sighed in relief and leaned at the back of the wardrobe only for it to tilt dangerously and then slammed down hard onto the ground.

In my panic i had accidentally let go of my magic which burst around me in thundering cracks.

I knew by the sound that something of the black cabinet had come undone after the drop.

I tried to open the door but it wouldn't buldge, moreover i felt as if I was floating and my sense of gravity was disturbed.

After minutes i understood what was happening. I was in a limbo! I've read about this, it happens when one vanishing cabinet from a pair was damaged.