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Written for History of Magic. Prompt: Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
The sun shines and the excited chatter of children rings out through Diagon Alley. It's the busiest time of year for those with shops in Diagon Alley, it's time for school supplies shopping.
He owns a stall selling crystals that do absolutely nothing to naive Muggleborn children and their parents. This is his first time selling them down Diagon Alley, usually he sticks to places with less competition, but he thought he'd cash in on the busiest time of the year
A brown-eyed girl browsers at what's on his stall with wonder and fascination that he doesn't see in Purebloods or Half-bloods anymore.
There's nothing in the air to suggest that this day will turn into one of terror. No, dark clouds in the sky, or a feeling of unease in the air.
It happens so quickly that for a moment, everything and everyone seems to freeze, then all hell breaks loose. The fear kicks in, people begin to try to flee to safety, but there's nowhere safe anymore from Death Eaters.
Some try to protect their shops that have been in their families for generations, but they're outnumbered and their shops are targeted first.
The girl looks at him with wide eyes and fear, she has no idea what's going on, only that she's slap bang in the middle of the carnage that has broken out in Diagon Alley.
He knows that he has to get her somewhere safe, she's wearing Muggle clothes and he knows that they won't care that she's only a child they will kill her. The Ministry is defeated everyone knows it except those at the Ministry itself, the only ones who are brave enough to stand up and fight is Dumbledore and those who are loyal to him.
But none of them are here, they can't get this girl to safety so it's up to him.
He grabs her hand and prays that the Death Eaters do not spot either them. His palms are just as sweaty as her and he's just as afraid as her but he doesn't show it.
He takes her to the first shop he sees that is so far being left alone, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
They're inside in a matter of seconds, the place is almost deserted.
He spots Molly Weasley with two children in buggies, both with identical faces scrunched up with fear. If he's not mistaken, she's pregnant again and this place isn't safe not for members of the biggest blood traitor family in England.
"Molly, would you do me a favour?," He asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "Take your children, this girl and yourself and get out of here."
"I have a Portkey, but I didn't want to use it yet. My brothers, they're out there fighting." Molly told him, trying to hold back the tears.
"They can look after themselves," He tells her, and he knows how bad it is out there. They're in a fight that they cannot win, but he can't tell her that. "I need to get back to my stall, it's my whole livelihood."
As quickly as he had entered the shop he was out of it.
He doesn't see the Death Eater only the green light coming towards him, he doesn't have to move before it hits him in the chest.
His last thought is that he shouldn't have gone to Diagon Alley then he falls to the ground with his eyes wide open.
No wife or children to mourn him. His parents died two years before him. The day he's buried only the Weasley family and a brown-eyed Muggleborn girl turn up to his funeral.
They don't bring flowers, but beautiful crystals that have no use and cause harm to no one.