Stay away from my posters!

Stay away from my posters!

By: Shadowcherry A.K.A Amilia Padfoot

Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot, people, nothing but the plot.

Summary: Don't you just hate it when a poster spontaneously becomes a miniature bonfire? One-shot, mainly from Albus's POV.

A/N Thank you to the brilliant DramionePerfected for bettering this for me! What would I do without her? Anyway, this is completely random and I have no idea where it came from or how it got into my head but here it is. Enjoy!

Albus's feet ached. They really did. He couldn't remember walking so much before in all his eleven years of existence, but with all the Muggles that were bustling through the streets, filling every nook and cranny, it was hard to find a safe place to apperate, so rather than risk it, the group wandered aimlessly trying to find one.

Albus couldn't even remember why his aunt, uncle and dad even needed to visit this Muggle town anyway, so he put it down to the standard Potter/Weasley reason; if you're going to suffer, take someone along with you. He imagined the scenario: Hermione needed to go for the most obscure of reasons, so Ron had been dragged along and if he was going, then he was going to take his best mate with him … and Albus had just chosen the worst possible moment to walk into the room. Though, at this particular moment, he didn't really care why he was there. He wanted to go home, plonk himself on his bed and rest his poor aching legs.

"I'm sure we'll find somewhere soon," he heard his aunt remark from the front of the group.

"You said that five minutes ago 'Mione!" his uncle grumbled. He sounded just as worn out as Albus felt, after being dragged relentlessly from shop to shop by his aunt (who didn't even bother replying to her husband). They turned yet another corner and, to Albus's relief, he noticed that they were now in a much less crowded area. Now we're getting somewhere!

"There should be somewhere around here. Let's just walk another couple of streets" Hermione suggested, to be met with the groans of Albus and his uncle. His dad, however, remained silent. Albus looked up at his father, concerned. He wasn't surprised that his dad hadn't complained; he rarely did, especially not about trivial things like walking another couple of streets, but it was odd for his dad to be so quiet. He was about to ask if he was alright when Harry suddenly remarked:

"I remember this place"

"Yeah, you probably do. I bet we've passed it a hundred times. I swear we're going round in bloody circles!" Ron complained. Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation and his dad shook his head.

"No. I mean I know this place. I think were not too far from Privet Drive" Hermione and Ron shared dark looks at the mention of the place Albus had never heard of before. What was so bad about this 'private drive'?. His dad was looking off into the distance, his eyebrows furrowed as if trying to remember something. They turned another corner and his dad's eyes widened as if the thing he was trying to remember had suddenly come to him .

"I remember this shop!"

Indeed, they had stopped outside a shop, and one that looked like it had seen better days, at that. The peeling green sign that ran across the top of the entrance read 'S ARKY'S CORN HOP' with the 'p' hanging off its hinges and several letters obviously missing. It didn't seem the kind of place someone would take the trouble to remember, though, it may have been easy to remember due to the fact that it looked like it hadn't changed its appearance in years.

The only thing even slightly colourful or indeed attractive about the worn-down store was a faded and ripped pink poster that took up most of the side of the shop. Intrigued, Albus made to walk towards the poster, but felt a hand on his shoulder holding him back.