Daughter of a Criminal

Knockturn Ally

Harry and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ann and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadn't noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him.
"Letters from school," said Mr. Weasley, passing Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. "Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry, Ann â€" doesn't miss a trick, that man. You two've got them, too," he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas. For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Ann's letter told her to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books she'd need for the coming year. SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
43 Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart Fred, who had finished his own list, peered over at Ann's.
"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" he said. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan â€" bet it's a witch." At this point, Fred caught his mother's eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.
"That lot won't come cheap," said George, with a quick look at his parents.
"Lockhart's books are really expensive…"
"Molly I could always help pa-," Ann tried
"No, we'll manage," said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. "I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand."
"Molly I told you I'll buy Ginny's things," Ann said
"Right as long as you're sure," said Molly
"Yes sure as can be," said Ann
"Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?" Harry asked Ginny. She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish. Fortunately no one saw this except Ann who rolled her eyes, because just then Ron's elder brother Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his sweater vest.
"Morning, all," said Percy briskly. "Lovely day." He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a molting, gray feather duster â€" at least, that was what Ann thought it was, until he saw that it was breathing. "Errol!" said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing.
"Finallyâ€" he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys." He carried Errol to a perch just inside the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so Ron lay him on the draining board instead, muttering, "Pathetic." Then he ripped open Hermione's letter and read it out loud: "'Dear Ron, and Harry and Ann if you're there, "'I hope everything went alright and that Harry is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl because I think another delivery might finish your one off. I'm very busy with schoolwork, of course'â€"
"How can she be?" said Ann in horror. "We're on vacation!,"
'And we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley? Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione.'" "Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too," said Mrs. Weasley, starting to clear the table.
"What're you all up to today?" Harry, Ann, Ron, Fred, and George were planning to go up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that they could practice Quidditch there, as long as they didn't fly too high. They couldn't use real Quidditch balls, which would have been hard to explain if they had escaped and flown away over the village; instead they threw apples for one another to catch. They took turns riding Harrys and Anns Nimbus Two Thousands, which were easily the best brooms; Ron's old Shooting Star was often outstripped by passing butterflies. Five minutes later they were marching up the hill, broomsticks over their shoulders. They had asked Percy if he wanted to join them, but he had said he was busy.
"Wish I knew what he was up to," said Fred, frowning. "He's not himself. His exam results came the day before you did; twelve O.W.L.s and he hardly gloated at all."
"Ordinary Wizarding Levels," George explained, seeing Harry's puzzled look. "Bill got twelve, too. If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame." Bill was the oldest Weasley brother. He and the next brother, Charlie, had already left Hogwarts. Ann had met both of them, and knew that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons and Bill in Egypt working for the wizard's bank, Gringotts.
"Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year," said George after a while. "Five sets of Lockhart books!," George said. At least Ann was helping. Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their 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 and Ann, dear!" And she offered them the flowerpot. Harry stared at them all watching him.
"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.
"He's never traveled by Floo powder," said Ron suddenly.
"Sorry, Harry, I forgot." said Ann
"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?" "I went on the Underground â€"" "Really?" said Mr. Weasley eagerly. "Were there escapators? How exactly â€"" "Not now, Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Floo powders a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before â€""
"He'll be alright, Mum," said Fred. "Harry, watch us first." He 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 Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.
"You must speak clearly, dear," Mrs. Weasley told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "And be sure to get out at the right grate…"
"The right what?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too. "Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly â€""
"He'll be fine, Molly, I've got him," said Ann as Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too.
"But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain it to his uncle and uncle?"
"They wouldn't mind," Harry reassured her. "Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that â€""
"Well… all right… you two go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going." The Weaslys kept giving Harry tips. Ann rolled her eyes and Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash. "D-Dia-gon Alley," he coughed.
"Oh no," Ann whispered. It felt as though she was being sucked down a giant drain. They seemed to be spinning very fast â€" the roaring in her ears was deafening â€" she tried to keep her eyes open but the whirl of green flames made her feel sick â€"now it felt as though cold hands were slapping her face â€" she closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then… She fell, face forward, onto a cold stone. Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, she got gingerly to her feet. Ann looked over at Harry who was holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. Ann whispered "Occluss Reprio,". Hary silently thanked her. They looked around, having now idea where they were. All Ann could tell was that they were standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard's shop â€" but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list. 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. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Ann could see through the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley. The sooner they got out of here, the better. Noses still stinging where they had hit the hearth, Harry and Ann made their way swiftly and silently toward the door, but before they'd got halfway toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass â€" and one of them was the very last person either one wanted to meet when they were lost, and covered in soot: Draco Malfoy. Harry looked quickly around and spotted a large black cabinet to his left; he grabbed Ann and they shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Ann couldn't stop thinking about how close they were. She could feel his breath on her cheeks. Ann ignored it and peered out the crack. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop. The man who followed could only be Draco's father. He had the same pale, pointed face and identical cold, gray eyes. Mr. Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his son and saying,
"Touch nothing, Draco." Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said,
"I thought you were going to buy me a present."
"I said I would buy you a racing broom," said his father, drumming his fingers on the counter.
"What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad tempered. "Harry Potter and Anastasia Black got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so they could play for Gryffindor. Harry's not even that good, it's just because he's famous… famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead…" Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls. "… everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick â€""
"You have told me this at least a dozen times already," said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. "And I would remind you that it is not â€" prudent â€" to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear. And why should you care about Black? â€" ah, Mr. Borgin." A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.
"Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again," said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. "Delighted â€" and young Master Malfoy, too â€" charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced â€""
"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling," said Mr. Malfoy.
"Selling?" The smile faded slightly from Mr. Borgin's face. "You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids," said Mr. Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr. Borgin to read. "I have a few â€" ah â€" items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call…" Mr. Borgin fixed a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list.
"The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?" Mr. Malfoy's lip curled.
"I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumors about a new Muggle Protection Act â€" no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it â€"" Ann felt a hot surge of anger at her godfather's name.. "â€" and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear â€"" "I understand, sir, of course," said Mr. Borgin. "Let me see…" "Can I have that?" interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion. "Ah, the Hand of Glory!" said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoy's list and scurrying over to Draco. "Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir."
"I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin," said Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, "No offense, sir, no offense meant â€""
"Though if his grades don't pick up," said Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, "that may indeed be all he is fit for â€""
"It's not my fault," retorted Draco. "The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger â€""
"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam," snapped Mr. Malfoy.
"Ha!" said Harry under his breath, pleased to see Draco looking both abashed and angry.
"I know right?," whispered Ann. Harry nodded.
"It's the same all over," said Mr. Borgin, in his oily voice. "Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere â€""
"Not with me," said Mr. Malfoy, his long nostrils flaring.
"No, sir, nor with me, sir," said Mr. Borgin, with a deep bow.
"In that case, perhaps we can return to my list," said Mr. Malfoy shortly. "I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today â€"" They started to haggle. Harry and Evie watched nervously as Draco drew nearer and nearer to their hiding place, examining the objects for sale. Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangman's rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed â€" Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date. Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. He walked forward â€" he stretched out his hand for the handle
"Done," said Mr. Malfoy at the counter. "Come, Draco â€"" Harry wiped his forehead on his sleeve as Draco turned away and Evie let her breath go.
"Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow to pick up the goods." The moment the door had closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his oily manner.
"Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, you haven't sold me half of what's hidden in your manor…" Muttering darkly, Mr. Borgin disappeared into a back room. Harry and Ann waited for a minute in case he came back, then, quietly as they could, slipped out of the cabinet, past the glass cases, and out of the shop door. Clutching each other's hands out of fear Harry stared around. They had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one they'd just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching him from the shadow of a doorway, muttering to each other. Feeling jumpy, the two set off, hoping against hope they'd be able to find a way out of here. An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told him he was in Knockturn Alley. This didn't help, as neither had ever heard of such a place. Trying to stay calm, they wondered what to do.
"Not lost are you, my dears?" said a voice in Harry's ear, making him jump and let go of Ann's hand. An aged witch stood in front of them, holding a tray of what looked horribly like whole human fingernails. She leered at Harry and Ann, showing mossy teeth. Harry backed away pushing Ann behind him.
"We're fine, thanks," he said. "We're just â€""
"HARRY, ANN! What d'yeh think yer doin' down there?" Harry and Ann's hearts leapt. So did the witch; a load of fingernails cascaded down over her feet and she cursed as the massive form of Hagrid, the Hogwarts' gamekeeper, came striding toward them, beetle-black eyes flashing over his great bristling beard.
"Hagrid!" Harry and Ann croaked in relief. "We were lost â€" Floo powder â€"" Hagrid seized Harry and Ann by the scruff of the neck and pulled them away from the witch, knocking the tray right out of her hands. Her shrieks followed them all the way along the twisting alleyway out into bright sunlight. Harry and Ann saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance â€" Gringotts Bank. Hagrid had steered them right into Diagon Alley.
"Yer a mess!" said Hagrid gruffly, brushing soot off Harry and Ann so forcefully he nearly knocked them into each other.
"Skulking' around Knockturn Alley, I dunno dodgy place, Harry â€" don't' want no one ter see yeh down there â€""
"I realized that," said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again.
"I told you, we were lost â€" what were you doing down there, anyway?"
"I was lookin' fer a Flesh-Eatin' Slug Repellent," growled Hagrid. "They're ruinin' the school cabbages. Yer two not on yer own?"
"We're staying with the Weasleys but we got separated," Ann explained. "we've got to go and find them…" They set off together down the street.
"How come yeh never wrote back ter me?" said Hagrid as Harry and Ann jogged alongside him (they had to take three steps to every stride of Hagrid's enormous boots). Harry explained all about Dobby and the Dursleys.
"Lousy Muggles," growled Hagrid. "If I'd've known â€""
"Harry! Ann! Over here!" The pair looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.
"Hello, Hagrid â€" Oh, it's wonderful to see you three again â€" Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry and Ann?"
"As soon as we've found the Weasleys," said Harry.
"Yeh won't have long ter wait," Hagrid said with a grin. Harry, Ann and Hermione looked around: Sprinting up the crowded street were Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley. "Harry,Ann," Mr. Weasley panted. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far…" He mopped his glistening bald patch. "Molly's frantic â€" she's coming now â€""
"Where did you come out?" Ron asked.
"Knockturn Alley," said Hagrid grimly.
"Excellent!" said Fred and George together.
"We've never been allowed in," said Ron enviously.
"I should ruddy well think not," growled Hagrid. Mrs. Weasley now came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other.
"Oh, Harry Ann â€" oh, my dears â€" you two could have been anywhere â€"" Gasping for breath she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping off the soot Hagrid hadn't managed to beat away.
"Well, gotta be off," said Hagrid, who was having his hand wrung by Mrs. Weasley ("Knockturn Alley! If you hadn't found them, Hagrid!").
"See yer at Hogwarts!" And he strode away, head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the packed street.
"Guess who we saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione as they climbed the Gringotts steps.
"Malfoy and his father." said Ann
"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" said Mr. Weasley sharply behind them.
"No, he was selling â€""
"So he's worried," said Mr. Weasley with grim satisfaction. "Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something…"
"You be careful, Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley sharply as they were bowed into the bank by a goblin at the door. "That family's trouble. Don't go biting off more than you can chew â€""
"So you don't think I'm a match for Lucius Malfoy?" said Mr. Weasley indignantly, but he was distracted almost at once by the sight of Hermione's parents, who were standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them.
"But you're Muggles!" said Mr. Weasley delightedly. "We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!" He pointed excitedly at the ten-pound notes in Mr. Granger's hand.
"Meet you back here," Ron said to Hermione as the Weasleys and Harry and Ann were led off to their underground vaults by another Gringotts goblin.