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❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴�...
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The next morning we all stood in a line in front of the fireplace watching as Mrs. Weasley took the flower pot full of Floo Powder out of its holder.
"Right. Here we are. Harry, you go first dear," she said.
Harry looked puzzled.
"Harry's never traveled by Floo Powder before, Mrs. Weasley," I said politely, "I don't think he knows what he's doing."
"Floo Powder?" he asked me.
"Oh, well you go first Hazel so that Harry can see how it's done."
I nodded and walked towards the fireplace.
"Yes. In you go... that's it," she held the Powder pot out to me.
Walking into the fireplace, I scooped the Powder from the flower pot and dropped it I screaming,
"DIAGON ALLEY!"
The green flames engulfed me and I spun out of sight, stumbling out of the fireplace and onto the floor. Expecting Harry to be next, I was shocked when the fire erupted again and a ginger emerged.
"Ron? Wasn't Harry supposed to go next?" I asked, helping him up.
Ron nodded his head.
"Yeah, but he ended up saying Diagonilly" Ron explained.
I gasped.
"Where is he going to end up?"
"I dunno," he replied with a shrug. The fire erupted again and the rest of the Weasleys along with my brother came out one by one.
"He'll be fine. He knows his way around. I'm sure he'll find his way back to us" Mr. Weasley reassured.
I nodded and we walked to Flourish and Blotts. When we arrived I instantly recognized a girl with frizzy-hair standing over a table with books on display.
"Hermione!" I screamed. She turned around and ran up to me, embracing me in a hug.
"Hazel! It's so good to see you!"
"You too!"
We pulled apart and I introduced her to Ginny then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. After everyone had said their hellos we explained how we had lost Harry when coming to Diagon Alley.
"I'm going to go outside. Maybe I can find Harry," she said before leaving the shop. I went up the stairs to a bigger row of books.
That's when I saw him.
Draco was standing overlooking the people of the shop from the balcony intently, his gray eyes piercing. His hair looked the same as the year previous—it was neatly slicked back on his head—but he was certainly taller and his face had matured.
