Harry Potter's Twin Brother Book 2

Chapter 3: Diagnoy Alley

A glass case nearby held a hand with a note in it, "Hand of Glory." I placed my right hand on it and suddenly it grabbed my hand. I tried to fight my way out it but it was too strong. I glanced worriedly around the room to look for something that can release from this hand but all I saw was a staring glass eye, an evil-looking mask staring down the walls and to make the matter worse I saw Malfoy outside the shop through the dusty shop window.

"Malfoy's coming, "Harry whispered.

"I'm stuck. Help me out!"I screeched.

We glared around the room and spotted a black cabinet to our left. Harry held my hand; pulling me inside and closed the doors leaving us only a small crack to peer through.

Suddenly, two people entered one who we assumed was Malfoy's father who had the same pale face and identical cols grey eyes like Draco Malfoy.

"Touch nothing Draco!" said Mr. Malfoy to his son, reaching for the glass eye.

"I thought you were going to buy me a present," said Draco.

"I said I would buy you a racing broom"

"What's the use father? I'm not even in the Quidditch Team, "Draco said angrily."Harry and Albarus Potter were given Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special Permission from Dumbledore so they could play for Gryffindor. They're not even that good just because they are famous doesn't mean they are."

"...Everyone thinks they're so smart just because they have a stupid scar on their head"

"You've already told me a dozen times"-MALFOY

A man appeared in the counter who seemed to be the owner of this shop with greasy hair. The man was in a mess just like his shop.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy how pleasure to see you here?" he gritted."...and young master Malfoy too. How can I be of your assistance? How can I show you, just for today for a very reasonable price."

"I'm not buying today Mr. Borgin but selling," said Mr. Malfoy.

"Selling?"The smile slightly faded from Mr. Borgin's face.

"Yeah you have heard the ministry is conducting more raids," retorted Mr. Malfoy taking out a roll of parchment and handed it over to Mr. Borgin."I have a few items from home that will embarrass me if the Ministry were to come."

"Can I have that?"Draco interrupted pointing at the hand of glory.

"This is the hand of glory," Mr. Borgin retorted abandoning Lucius Malfoy's list."Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. I may say your son has a fine taste."

"I hope you're not intending my son to be a thief or plunderer, Mr. Borgin," said Mr. Malfoy coldly."No offense sir, no offense meant!"Mr. Borgin answered quickly."

"But if grades don't go up then that's the things he'll be fit for"

"It's not my fault father, "Draco protested."All the teachers have favourites. That Hermione Granger, she thinks she's so smart..."

"I would have thought of that girl born in non-wizarding family beat you in every exam, "snapped Mr. Malfoy."

"Ah!"I boomed, pleased to see Draco feeling both embarrassed and angry.

"...and that Albarus Potter he always stands of her if anyone even dares to insult her."Draco snarled."What does he see in her which I don't!"

"Calm down Draco!"