The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)

3.4 (Voldemort's follower)

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"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

― Dr. Seuss

THIRD PERSON POV

Harry was several streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from the effort of dragging his trunk. He sat quite still, anger still surging through him, listening to the frantic thumping of his heart.

Harry shivered and looked up and down Magnolia Crescent. What, was going to happen to him? Would he be arrested, or would he simply be outlawed from the wizarding world? He thought of his friends, and his heart sank even lower.

"Oh Bambi, I wish to hug you so tightly right now" James whispered rubbing his eyes. 

He didn't have any Muggle money, either. There was a little wizard gold in the money bag at the bottom of his trunk, but the rest of the fortune his parents had left him was stored in a vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London.

He'd never be able to drag his trunk all the way to London. Unless...

He looked down at his wand, which he was still clutching in his hand. If he was already expelled(his heart was now thumping painfully fast), a bit more magic couldn't hurt. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father — what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London?

"No offence but that's the most stupid idea I ever heard" Peter snorted shaking his head. 

A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any of the large square houses.

Harry squinted at the black alleyway. If only it would move, then he'd know whether it was just a stray cat or — something else.

"Lumos," Harry muttered, and a light appeared at the end of his wand, almost dazzling him. He held it high over his head, and the pebble-dashed walls of number two suddenly sparkled; the garage door gleamed, and between them Harry saw, quite distinctly,

the hulking outline of something very big, with wide, gleaming eyes. Harry stepped backward. His legs hit his trunk and he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand as he flung out an arm to break his fall, and he landed, hard, in the gutter.

"Ouch, not in the gutter" Briony winced closing her eyes. 

There was a deafening BANG, and Harry threw up his hands to shield his eyes against a sudden blinding light... With a yell, he rolled back onto the pavement, just in time.

Harry saw when he raised his head, to a triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windshield spelled The Knight Bus.

Then a purple-clad bus conductor leaped out and started shouting into the night. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, a means of transportation for stranded witches and wizards. Just climb on board, hold out your wand hand and we'll take you anywhere you need to go. Stan Shunpike will be your conductor this evening"