Harry looked at his watch and sighed, Sirius was late. True, Harry never
had believed that he was back from the dead, but the untidy scrawl on the
parchment revealed to Harry that someone, or something, was meeting him
tonight.
Harry crossed to the swings, and sat down. Wisteria walk was dark, except for a few streetlights and bonfires. Still, Harry couldn't help but have the feeling that he was being watched. A few minutes passed, and Harry was so cold, he could feel his fingers numbing. As he got up from the swing as if to go back to the Dursleys, there was a scuffle behind him. Turning, Harry spotted a grey and black striped tabby, with half moon eyes.
Professor McGonogall, here? They STILL don't trust me? Harry glared at the cat, and the cat glared right back. Suddenly, a crack sounded behind him, at first he thought it was the Weasley twins, but then, with a jolt of stupid ness, Harry realized, or remembered, that other wizards could apparate, and that this particular one was so close, Harry could feel his breath down his neck, and a wand, jabbing into his back. Harry squirmed, but a recognisable, smooth, slick voice said a word that made him spin round to deflect the curse.
"AVADA-" "PROTEGO!" As the green flashes were deflected, Harry caught a glimpse of the Death Eater's face. Lucius Malfoy. The letter was a ploy, Sirius wasn't alive. The sunken feeling that had been in the pit of Harry's stomach was back. Voldemort still wanted him dead and the chances of the Dursleys protecting him was nil.
The grey tabby that was McGonogall suddenly leaped, and transformed. Professor McGonogall, head of Gryffindor house. She hurried over to Lucius Malfoy, who was knocked out by the curse deflection. Stunning him, just to make sure he would not revive, she apparated with him, to a place Harry could only dream of being, safety and comfort was something he greatly desired at that moment.
Harry surveyed the scene. The bonfires were dying out, and Harry STILL had the feeling something was watching him. As he turned to look at the place where the cat had been, eleven eyes blinked at him. Harry put two and two together.
Malfoy's dad is one of the twelve Death Eaters in Voldemort's inner circle. That makes eleven left, and there's eleven eyes!
Harry gulped, and again looked at the group of alleged Death Eaters. They appeared to be pointing at him, and then waving their wands, probably signalling at each other to perform their incantation. Harry, feeling as though he wanted to play along, walked up to them. Seeing as Voldemort himself couldn't kill him, It wasn't likely that his followers could.
"Hello!" Harry said, brightly. The Death Eaters stopped muttering and pointing, and started to grin nastily. "Can you tell me the way to Magnolia Crescent?" Harry asked, maintaining a grin on his face. The Death Eaters didn't say a word, just pointed in the opposite direction. "Thanks!" He started to walk in the direction they pointed, fully aware he was heading back to Privet drive, the last place in the world that he wanted to be. "Wait!" A large Death Eater blurted. Harry recognized him to be Crabbe's dad, Crabbe was one of Malfoy's sidekicks, and, obviously took after his dad. The Death Eater looked exactly like his son, stupid.
Harry crossed to the swings, and sat down. Wisteria walk was dark, except for a few streetlights and bonfires. Still, Harry couldn't help but have the feeling that he was being watched. A few minutes passed, and Harry was so cold, he could feel his fingers numbing. As he got up from the swing as if to go back to the Dursleys, there was a scuffle behind him. Turning, Harry spotted a grey and black striped tabby, with half moon eyes.
Professor McGonogall, here? They STILL don't trust me? Harry glared at the cat, and the cat glared right back. Suddenly, a crack sounded behind him, at first he thought it was the Weasley twins, but then, with a jolt of stupid ness, Harry realized, or remembered, that other wizards could apparate, and that this particular one was so close, Harry could feel his breath down his neck, and a wand, jabbing into his back. Harry squirmed, but a recognisable, smooth, slick voice said a word that made him spin round to deflect the curse.
"AVADA-" "PROTEGO!" As the green flashes were deflected, Harry caught a glimpse of the Death Eater's face. Lucius Malfoy. The letter was a ploy, Sirius wasn't alive. The sunken feeling that had been in the pit of Harry's stomach was back. Voldemort still wanted him dead and the chances of the Dursleys protecting him was nil.
The grey tabby that was McGonogall suddenly leaped, and transformed. Professor McGonogall, head of Gryffindor house. She hurried over to Lucius Malfoy, who was knocked out by the curse deflection. Stunning him, just to make sure he would not revive, she apparated with him, to a place Harry could only dream of being, safety and comfort was something he greatly desired at that moment.
Harry surveyed the scene. The bonfires were dying out, and Harry STILL had the feeling something was watching him. As he turned to look at the place where the cat had been, eleven eyes blinked at him. Harry put two and two together.
Malfoy's dad is one of the twelve Death Eaters in Voldemort's inner circle. That makes eleven left, and there's eleven eyes!
Harry gulped, and again looked at the group of alleged Death Eaters. They appeared to be pointing at him, and then waving their wands, probably signalling at each other to perform their incantation. Harry, feeling as though he wanted to play along, walked up to them. Seeing as Voldemort himself couldn't kill him, It wasn't likely that his followers could.
"Hello!" Harry said, brightly. The Death Eaters stopped muttering and pointing, and started to grin nastily. "Can you tell me the way to Magnolia Crescent?" Harry asked, maintaining a grin on his face. The Death Eaters didn't say a word, just pointed in the opposite direction. "Thanks!" He started to walk in the direction they pointed, fully aware he was heading back to Privet drive, the last place in the world that he wanted to be. "Wait!" A large Death Eater blurted. Harry recognized him to be Crabbe's dad, Crabbe was one of Malfoy's sidekicks, and, obviously took after his dad. The Death Eater looked exactly like his son, stupid.