DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER STORYLINE, SETTINGS OR CHARACTERS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K ROWLING.
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I woke up the next morning in George’s spare room; I was too tired to look around the flat the night before so I got up out of bed and pulled on my heavy knit cardigan over my vest top and pyjama shorts. I cautiously walked out into the kitchen-diner; it would be a bit embarrassing if George caught me in my far too skimpy pyjamas- that reminded me, I needed to buy some more. After looking around I realised there was no one else in the flat so I freely walked over to the table where I found a piece of folded paper with my name on, I opened it up to find a note. ‘Down in the shop. See you later, George. P.S. Ginny is coming at ten thirty- beware!’ I laughed out loud at the last word and the cheeky smiley face he had drawn at the bottom of the page. I looked up and found that the clock said ten o’clock. “Crap” I said out loud, and hurriedly turned to the kitchen to see if I could get something to eat.
“Are you alright, Miss? No need to worry about breakfast, Miss, Twitchy has made you breakfast.” A squeaky voice said, startled I looked to find a house elf staring up at me, its big eyes staring straight into mine. In my opinion all house elves are cute but seriously this one was adorable, her left ear twitched occasionally and she wore a fabric bag with the Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes sign on it. Twitchy tugged at my hand and led me to the table which now suddenly had a pile of pancakes in the middle of it. My eyes widened “Wow, this is loads!” I gasped “Do you want some Twitchy?” I asked her, at those words she started panicking “No, Twitchy mustn’t do such a thing miss, Master George said that I treat you like I treat him Miss, can’t do that it’s disrespectful Miss, bad Twitchy, BAD TWITCHY…”
“Just eat the pancakes!” I shouted. I couldn’t understand why house elves did that, they were cute and all but it really annoyed me.
“Yes Miss” she mumbled.
Once breakfast was finished, Twitchy cleared the table and I glanced at the clock to find that Ginny would be arriving in fifteen minutes. I hurriedly ran to the room where I had been sleeping and rummaged through my bag, which I hadn’t yet unpacked, and pulled out my skinny jeans and slipped on my favourite t-shirt. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and ran a hairbrush though my hair, eventually deciding to put it up in a pony tail; it wasn’t worthy of being seen by people while it was down.
And as if by magic, which it probably was, Ginny appeared out of the lift. “Athena!” she called smiling and pulling me into a hug. “We’ve got to get going; I’ve got to show you the whole of Diagon Alley before lunch!” I laughed at her enthusiasm as she pulled me into the lift and took me to the shop on the floor below. The lift doors opened and she continued to pull me across the shop, briefly saying hello to George who turned around in surprise as I got swept past him. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as if to say ‘I don’t know either’.
We looked out on the street and Ginny said looking at me “Where do you want to start?” I looked at her blankly, she made the decision for me “Lets start at Eeylop’s Owl Emporium, I need an Owl. Ron’s decided he’s going to take Pig with him when he moves in with Hermione” she huffed. I assumed that ‘Pig’ was the owl she used at the moment, it seemed a bit of an odd name for an owl but I just shrugged and forgot about it. We continued to walk along the street and as we walked into the dimly lit shop with the sign outside which read “Eeylop’s Owl Emporium’ I saw a room scattered with owl cages and various owls flying around the ceiling. Ginny was instantly fascinated by a beautiful barn owl perched by the window, so she skipped over to it cooing at its beauty. However I was more interested in the back of the room, where several tawny owls were silently sat in a row along a wooden branch; which acted as a shelf. But it wasn’t the owls that intrigued me, a hooded figure stood by the owls just as silently, clutching their arm and letting a black cloak drape over their shoulders. I walked over to stand beside the figure, “Got something to hide?” I asked, just out of curiosity.
“Why would you think that?” a low, man’s, voice grumbled.
“You’re wearing a large black hood” I said, as quietly as possible “and you’re holding your arm.” The man quickly removed his hand from his forearm and turned his head away from me. After a few seconds silence I realised and spoke again “Is it wise for a death eater to be out in public?”
The man gasped and turned his head towards me, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles, his cheeks sunken in and a strand of blond hair fell across his forehead. I took in a small gasp of my own “Don’t make foolish accusations” he snarled. There was no denying it, he could be recognised by almost anyone at the battle, I was positive it was him; it could be no one else.
“You’re a known deatheater, Draco Malfoy, Don’t try and deny it.” I snarled back, forcing myself not to scream those words.
His face creased into a look of concern “How do you know me?”
“I know a lot of things.”
“You’re in the wizard elite, aren’t you” a smirk spread across his face and the look of concern switched to mine. “Word gets around” he said simply.
“As do the names of deatheaters.” I snapped back, his face fell from the smirk into a look of sadness and pain. His beautiful grey eyes looked deep into my sky blue ones; people say that the eyes are the window to the soul, if that’s true his soul was full of fear and grief.
“You think I chose this?” he murmured, so softly that I could barely hear.
“Everyone has a choice” my hard shell came up; don’t let the enemy see weakness.
“Well, it seems I was denied that right” he whispered, he lowered his head; I could see a lonely tear welling in his eye. A pang of guilt burst in my chest, feeling my heart drop to my feet I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered “I’m sorry.”
Suddenly, breaking the sorrowful silence, Ginny shouted over to me “Ready to go?” I looked up; startled I forced a smile and replied “Sure”. We walked out of the store, Ginny babbled on about her new barn owl, I nodded and murmured in the right places but Draco’s face plagued my mind. As we reached the cobbled street outside, I looked behind me into the shop to see his ghostly face staring back at me.
A/N: Sorry about the late upload but I had a bit of difficulty writing this chapter! Trying to get the mystery right is hard. :L Would love to hear ideas for the story, just comment! :) xx
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Out of the Dark (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)
FanficThe Wizard Elite are a top secret force of witches and wizards, designed to fight the deatheaters. Taken from their families at the age of two and hidden in the third floor of Hogwarts, they know of nothing else, only that their sole duty is to figh...
