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CHP 1 - Get your flirt on Bro
Today was a grim day to be in London. The skies were painted with grey clouds and lightening was striking just beneath the surface of them. The wind nipped at every piece of skin it could find and the overall mood was one of bleakness and solitude. The buildings helped create this atmosphere as they were coloured the same dull greys.
In a glass covered building, several work colleagues were staring out the window in horror. Suddenly a blonde man in his thirties, wearing a blue shirt and suit pants, made the first move and stood up from his chair, walking towards the window to gain a closer look.
Two colleagues who were facing away from the window turned around to see what was happening. As they did they mirrored the first mans movements. A short black woman wearing a matching suit jacket and pants, and an equally short plum man with brown hair joined, passing a man in his fourties wearing glasses, who had put his shaky cup of tea back onto his saucer.
For outside, the face of The Dark Lord was forming in the clouds, its mouth wide open as if to haunt you. From inside its mouth three death eaters flew, twisting and turning. They flew straight threw the central of London not caring whether muggles saw them or not. Narrowly missing a red double-decker bus, the death eaters took a sharp right.
They arrived at their destination after breaking threw both the front and back door of the Leaky Cauldron, and then demolishing the wall, which was actually an entrance to Diagon Alley. They finished their performance by crashing into the window of Ollivanders Wand Shop and creating an enormous earsplitting explosion
Shattered glass spread out, combined with spits of fire causing several wizards fell to the ground at the impact. People screamed with terror and clawed they way away from the now destroyed shop as two death eaters emerged in silver masks. The one known as Fenir Greyback dragged a struggling Ollivander ouutside, with a clothed bag over his head. They made a hasty escape as they flew straight upwards, hauling Mr. Ollivander with them. In the background Fred and Georges new shop flashed a soft blue colour slowly.
From there they flew straight over to a bridge that crossed the River Thames. On the bridge a middle-aged man was taking a picture of a woman with a short blonde bob, obviously tourists, as other business workers crossed at a fast pace. Crossing each other underneath the bridge they turned invisible for a short period of time, whilst breaking the support structure of the bridge. This caused the bridge to tilt in both directions, resulting in the people on the bridge clinging for their lives on either railing waiting to see what would happen next. Unfortunately for them the bridge broke even further creating a frightening frantic feel between the muggles and in one last act of desperation everyone ran in opposite directions to get away from the nightmare that they were in.
The bridge was soon collapsing fast and more steel cables flew out, almost hitting an elderly couple hurrying to get off the bridge. Finally the bridge collapsed into the River Thames, and stayed there. This lead the death eaters to be home free, as they made a clean getaway, successfully kidnapping Mr. Ollivander.
I was sitting with my twin brother Harry in a small cafe, that was positioned in the London Underground. The differences between me and my brother was that my hair was longer than his and he wore glasses, whereas I did not. Also whilst Harry had straight black hair, my hair was brown. I'm guessing a mix of red and black, as my hair had a light red tinge in the sun. Also my scar was on the back of my shoulder not my forehead, a result of me lying down that horrible night. Wow I was even lazy as a baby.
Harry was reading the latest edition of the Daily Profit, and was reading an article inside, whilst I was reading the article on the front. 'Bridge collapses. Death toll Rises' is what it read. No doubt the work of death eaters. It made me both disgusted and angry at how people like them could find pleasure in other peoples suffering. Having had enough of reading the depressive article that made me want to cry, I abruptly stood up and made my way over to the green counter at the back of the cafe.
I ordered my cake, and whilst the woman was fetching it I noticed the tall, striking black girl turn and give Harry a glance. She then looked at me and then quickly away.
It was obvious she wanted to talk to Harry so what was stopping her. Was it me? So I did the nicest thing I could do in this situation, I helped her.
'Go on. It's okay.' I whispered to her. She looked at me like I was crazy, so I gestured my head in Harry's direction and she seemed to finally understand. So with that being done she picked up her round tray and walked cautiously over to Harry and stopped and turned herself in front of the table.
'Harry and Holly Potter' she suddenly announced. Harry seemed suprised she knew his name, but to be honest so was I. Because of this Harry lowered his paper.
'Who's harry Potter' she asked.
'Oh No one,' replied Harry, laying his paper fully on the table. 'Bit of a tosser really.'
I couldn't help the snort that escaped me, which in turn made both the girl and Harry look at me funnily. So I just shook my head and turned away just in time, as the woman behind the counter was pushing my cake at me. I turned back around, facing my brother and continued eavesdropping on their conversation. She had given Harry a cute smile, and took a step closer to his table.
'Funny that paper of yours' she said. 'Couple of nights ago I could've sworn I saw a picture move.'
'Really' Harry chuckled, probably because the picture did actually move she just didn't know.
The girl chuckled back 'Yeah thought I was going round the twist.' I almost laughed out loud but I held my tongue.
The girl smile suddenly decreased. She gave Harry a coy look before walking away swinging her hips a little. I knew what she was doing, she wanted Harry to ask her out. Luckily I had taught Harry all of this, and he obliged, obviously seeing the same signs I did. As she had started walking back she smiled at me as if to say 'thank you.'
'Hey I was wondering-' Harry started but he was cut off.
'Eleven' The girl had said. 'That's when I get off. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter.' She gave him one last cheeky smile before returning behind the counter. Harry who still had the biggest smile on his face, looked me, in which I returned with a fake gag. This earned me a glare from my brother before he turned around.
I looked down at my plate to see I had one bite left. Huh? Oh I must have been too absorbed in their conversation to notice I was eating it. With that being said or thought really, I had the last piece savoring it. It tasted alright but could have been creamier. I put the empty plate on the counter behind me and sauntered back to the table, flopping down lazily into the chair.
'Get you Harry, Pulling' I teased with a giggle. Harry just laughed and rolled his eyes.
''But you need to check your breath. Cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something 'cause your breath STINKS. ' I wrinkled my nose.
I got another glare from Harry before he turned to the side, smelt his breath, produced a packet of tic-tacs, taking one and eating it. How rude!I mockingly thought. Just as he was putting the packet away in his pocket I opened my mouth to tell him to share but stopped when I noticed something must have caught his eye as he slowly stood up. He walked to the window, passing a man I didn't know was there. He had a pinstripe suit on with his dark hair slicked back. He appeared to be one of those business men that were stuck up their own arses.
'Harry...' I called out to him, but all I got was a silence. I looked out the window from where I sat but all I could see was a flickering light. Why is Harry interested in that I thought, but to be fair it did create a creepy feel.
Having enough of this I quickly stood as Harry cleared the condensation from the window with his black sleeve. I found this ironic because his glasses were supposed to make things clearer anyway. I also passed the man and stood next to Harry as a train was passing by.
As the train left I saw Dumbledore staring straight at us, his long white beard and hair blowing softly in the wind. I stared straight back, starting a mini staring contest. I was doing well until my brother gently tugged my arm and broke my concentration.
'Come on Holls, lets go see what he wants.'
'Haaaarrryyy' I moaned. 'I've lost now.' Harry just raised his eyebrow. 'I lost the staring contest now!' I whined. Harry just smirked and pulled me out the cafe.
On the way to meet Dumbledore we had to go the long way round, which consisted of about a million stairs and me complaining until my brother hit me on the arm. When we came out through the mouth of the stairs, my brother took flank at Dumbledore's left side, whilst I made my way round to his right. I saw that Dumbledore had turned around and was facing a poster ad for a new perfume called Divine Magic.
Dumbledore broke the silence with his arms crossed and said. 'You've been reckless this summer Harry-' Dumbledore turned to look at Harry, 'and you too Holly.' My turn. I smiled as innocently as I could at my headmaster.
'I like riding round on trains' responded my twin. He saw the look I was giving him. 'Takes my mind off things' he explained.
Oh right, I get it now. Stress reliever. Weird one still. I turned back to the poster and waited a few seconds.
'Yolo' I stated.
'Pardon' spoke Professor Dumbledore. Guess he's not as down with the kids as I thought.
'Yolo. You only live once' I began. 'It's why I've been careless this summer,' I finished my explanation with a shrug of my shoulders. Dumbledore seemed to accept this answer as he nodded his head.
'Rather unpleasant to behold isn't it' Dumbledore spoke once again, twisting his hand in the air at the same time. 'The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself.'
What is he talking about?
'But now is not the time to tell it' he continued. I was still stuck on figuring out what he meant when he dragged me away from my thoughts.
'Take my arm' Dumbledore spoke firmly but softly. My conscience screamed at me not to take it, but I trusted Dumbledore so I did as I was told and linked my arm through his.
Harry stared at the arm for a second before looking round. I realized where he was looking, at the girl who was stood outside the shop as it was being locked up. It was obvious she was looking for Harry by the way she looked around. Ooh harsh, Harry has to play the bad guy and stand her up. Ouch.
'Do as I say' Dumbledore ordered Harry still softly.
'Come on Harry don't be a wimp,' I chipped in. After what seemed like a lifetime Harry took our headmasters arm.
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