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Annoying Floo Powder
Harry woke up sweating like a pig. He reached for his glasses, not seeing where it was. He felt something like his glasses, so he got it and wore it. Two gaping heads were staring at him. They were Ron and Hermione. Harry stared before he spoke in case they were going to turn their eyes red and hiss at him. But nothing of that sort happened. Harry spoke, “Sorry, I had an unusual and scary dream about Vol – you-know-who”, he paused, “and what are you doing here Hermione?” He said, his voice shaking. Hermione replied like she was frightened of him. “I-I c-came in t-to wake y-you and Ron up, then I w-woke Ron and yo-you started d-doing funny movements, s-so we watched you!” “Yeah, you were saying stuff like ha ha ah! And Help Ron! Help Hermione and I think you were speaking parsel tongue!” said Ron looking worried. Harry told them everything. “That’s a creepy story mate”, said Ron patting Harry hard on the back. “Anyway Mum says we’re going to Diagon Alley today because the letters arrived this morning. So we can get our school stuff for Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry”
Harry went downstairs after he was properly dressed. He sat down on the table as Mr. Weasley sat right next to him wanting to talk about muggle stuff. “So, good morning Harry!”, he said delightedly. “Um, yeah good morning!” replied Harry not looking in Mr. Weasley’s eyes, because it was quite strange having him to be Voldemort in his dream! “Oooh! I’ve just got a thought. Do muggles eat food just like us or differently?”, asked Mr. Weasley excitedly. “Good thought Mr. Weasley! Hermione, why don’t you answer that?” said Harry, half focussed on Mr. Weasley’s thought and the other half on Daily Prophet (a magical type of newspaper for Wizards and Witches) to see if there’s anything on Peter Pettigrew. The one who escaped and might do something crazy like bring back Voldemort or capture his godfather (Sirius). But the only thing interesting was something with his Godfather on it, because anyway everybody wants him. It said this:
SIRIUS BLACK STILL NOT CAUGHT!
Sirius Black is still not caught by the Ministry. Sirius has been caught killing people by Voldemort’s side and a betrayal of his dead but brave friend James Potter. Sirius’s friend Remus Lupin is a savage werewolf. Stay away from that dangerous and frightening dog, I mean werewolf! Most Aurors are searching places but still haven’t found him. People believe he killed tons and is after the boy who lived, Harry Potter. Luckily, Harry Potter is still alive under the Ministry’s protection. Sirius Black also wildly bit off a young and innocent boy, Ron Weasly’s leg. Luckily I saved the kids from the werewolf or they would have been killed. And I saved them from Sirius Black – Rita Skeeter
Angry about Rita Skeeter, he tore the the paper and scrunched it up. Harry knew that Sirius Black had not betrayed his parents and Remus Lupin was a really nice guy but was just a werewolf. He was barely in the Ministry’s protection. And lastly Ron Weasley’s leg broke because Sirius Black wanted to get Ron’s rat, Scabbers, or Peter Pettigrew – the Animagus who can turn into a rat and Snape – the potions teacher did not save them. Harry was thinking all of this in his mind and having breakfast that when he reached for his butter-spread-toast, all he could find were crumbs. He had finished his breakfast. “Off we go Harry!”, said Mrs. Weasley’s voice cheerfully.
“Ron! Ron! Have you seen the Daily Prophet? It says Sirius hasn’t been caught yet and Lupin is a savage werewolf”, said Harry rushing to catch him. “I know, it’s been so … so… “. “STUPID??”, said a voice behind them. They turned back and saw Hermione clutching one small sack. “Hey Harry, I was going home a few days ago when I spotted Hagrid. So we went to Gringotts to get some of your money. It was kind of hard though, we had an argument with a goblin but in the end we got your money”, said Hermione beaming at them and holding a sack in front of them. “Thanks”, replied Harry smiling at her and getting the sack. It was heavier than it looked.
“Okay, ready Harry? Fred and George have already gone by the Floo Powder”, said Mrs. Weasley going closer to Harry. Harry disliked travelling through Floo network because you had to go to a fireplace, splash some floo powder on you and say where ever you would want to go, squish through fireplaces to reach your desired destination. Mrs. Weasley held out the bowl and Harry nervously got a pinch of Floo powder. “Say Diagon Alley clearly dear, you don’t want to end up in Knockturn Alley like last time”, she said slowly. “I’ll try”, Harry responded nicely. Harry took a step below the fireplace and took a deep breath. DIAGON ALLEY! – he shouted as he poured the powder on himself but unsurprisingly it floated back upwards as though they were balls. Then he was sucked upwards moving in circles as though a very strong vacuum was pulling him. In the middle, he thought he was going to throw up but he kept his mouth shut and eyes closed. Suddenly there was a thud. Harry opened his eyes. He was covered in ash. He was in a place he recognised hardly. In front of him lay an old wooden table and some dusty chairs. On the table, sat a man sipping his tea while eating his breakfast. “Tom!”, Harry yelped jumping in shock on seeing him. This was Leaky Cauldron, a small cauldron shop in Diagon Alley. The man had a beard, was old and always crouched (as if he had broken his back) and two of his teeth were deeply yellow. Tom was Leaky Cauldron’s owner and had given Harry a cosy and comfortable room for the last two weeks in his holidays last year. “Aaaah Harry!!”, he exclaimed. “Fred and George told me you were coming”, Tom said as he took a big gulp of tea and wiped off a bit of tea over his lip. “Okay, hi! And now bye!!”, Harry sighed as he strolled out of the small room heading for the exit.
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