ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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{1995}
London Underground
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A truly terrible thought occurred to Alula. A memory bobbed to the surface of her mind, one that made her insides writhe and squirm like serpents.
What's he after, apart from followers?
The stuff he can only get by stealth . . . like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time.
Is Harry the weapon, Alula thought. Did that make her Dumbledore's weapon? It was as though poison were pumping through her veins, chilling her, bringing her out in a sweat as she swayed with the train through the dark tunnel. Harry is the one Voldemort's trying to use, that's why they've got guards around him everywhere he goes, it's not for his protection, it's for other people's, only it's not working, they can't have someone on him all the time at Hogwarts . . . was it him who attacked Mr Weasley last night?. Did Voldemort make him do it? Alula tried to brush the thoughts from her mind.
'Are you alright, Harry, dear?' whispered Mrs Weasley, leaning across Ginny to speak to Harry as the train rattled along through its dark tunnel. 'You don't look very well. Are you feeling sick?'
They were all watching him, including Alula. He shook his head violently and stared up at an advertisement for home insurance. The Black girl felt incredibly confused for him.
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12 Grimmauld Place
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'Harry, dear, are you sure you're alright?' said Mrs Weasley in a worried voice, as they walked around the unkempt patch of grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place. 'You look ever so pale . . . are you sure you slept this morning? You go upstairs to bed right now and you can have a couple of hours of sleep before dinner, all right?'
Harry nodded; Mrs Weasley had provided him with a ready-made excuse not to talk to any of the others, which was precisely what Alula thought he wanted, so when she opened the front door he hurried straight past the trolls-leg umbrella stand, up the stairs and into his and Ron's bedroom.
Alula stayed back in the hallway as the others entered the kitchen. Fred turned and smirked at her as he motioned his head upstairs.
"It's been a weird day." Alula sighed. "I kinda just-"
"No." Fred laughed. "Now would be a good time to just listen to him and show him that you're there for him."
