𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

sixty-two || year 7 ✔️

Posters of Harry -- "UNDESIRABLE NUMBER ONE" -- droop from every light post. Shops, shuttered at this hour, sit silently, shrouded in a thick fog. Only the three broomsticks evidences life, where yellow light and course laughter drift from greasy windows. Just beyond lies Honeydukes. Suddenly, there is a disturbance in the
Mist and suddenly there is a loud crack. The Quartet glance about when a loud siren the air.

The laughter dies inside The Three Broomsticks, a mob Of shadows fills the windows. Instantly, the Quartet pelt for Honeydukes.

As the four close in on Honeydukes, Death Eaters spill from the Broomsticks.

"There! Right there!" shouted a Death eater.

The Quartet turn on their heels and vanish into the mist.

Harry leads the way, the Quartet running wicked fast through the twisting streets, glancing down alleyways for signs of pursuers, the mist both friend and foe. Suddenly, a dark figure appears on the roof above and He whistles.

"I've got them! Down here!!" yelled another Death Eater.

Harry, Amelia, Ron and Hermione race down a side street and stumble into an Alcove, lungs burning.

Hermione whispers: "They were ready for us."

Suddenly beams of light fracture the mist.

"We know you're here, Potter," a man chuckled. "There's no getting away."

Harry slips the mirror from his pocket and angels it. His own face slides briefly over the surface, then the end of the alley comes into his view. A Death Eater stands there, wand glowing in the mist.

"Perhaps you need some convincing."

"What's he mean by that?" asked Ron, his eyes widening.

Amelia gasps, eyes looking upward. Ron, Hermione and Harry follow her gaze.

Just above the rooftops, barely distinguishable from the night, Dementors drift like smoke. As Harry draws his wand, Amelia's hand covers his.

She whispers as she shakes her head. "No, you'll give us away."

Harry, Amelia, Ron and Hermione glance desperately about when -- suddenly -- bolts grind, hinges squeal and a door opens. A cat slithers out and a man (Aberforth Dumbledore) appears in silhouette , the profile familiar...

"In here, Potter." he whispered.

Harry, Amelia, Ron and Hermione slip quickly past the man and inside. He gestures toward a rickety wooden staircase, brings a finger to his lips.

Amelia enters a room with a threadbare carpet and a small fireplace, above which hangs a large oil painting of a blonde girl with a sweet, but vacant stare. She steps to a grimy window and peers down to the street, where half a dozen Death Eaters glance about in confusion. Harry frowns beside her.

Just then, Hermione and Ron enter the room.

"Did you get a look at him!" said Ron, very fast. "For a second I thought it was --"

Hermione is mildly shaken up.
"I know."

Amelia and Harry shade a glance and hearing this, Harry slips the mirror from his pocket. Footsteps sound from below.

"Harry! I can see you! In here!" exclaimed Hermione.

Harry turns, watches Hermione take a jagged similar to his own from the mantel. He glances down at the piece in his palm, sees Hermione's eye looking out at him. Amelia furrows her eyebrows and she stands next to him, looking at the shard then back at the mirror.