Harry Potter and The Killer Broomstick
It was a peaceful day at the Weasley's house. Harry was allowed to stay here for half of the summer before his 6th year would begin. Harry was content staying with the Weasleys. It was way better than having to stay with the Dursleys. With the return of He who must not be named' Harry needed to be more protected than ever and just as he was last summer it was being looked over by the Order. They would always come by to keep an eye on him and made sure that he was alright. They were even cautious when Harry would play Quidditch with the Weasley Brothers.
No one knew when a Death Eater would come to strike or 'He Who Must Not be Named' himself. It was coming close for the school year to begin. The Weasleys and Harry would have to make their trip to Diagon Alley to shop for all the necessities they would need for their next year. The letters came in the daily owl mail and by the next day they all warped to Diagon Alley through Floo Powder. Harry was now used to this way of transportation and there wouldn't be anymore mistakes like his first time.
While they were in Diagon Alley shopping for all their school equipment and books, the day was pleasant and breezy. The streets were filled with excited crowds, but a few hours later, all of this changed… While Harry, Ron, and Hermione were passing by the Broomstick shop, they noticed something quite peculiar beginning to stir within this shop. The broomsticks were moving on their own accord. At first it started off slowly, but then all the broomsticks were all shuffling around as one until the whole shop was shaking violently.
Everyone surrounding the block of the Broomstick shop was looking at the shaking building with opened mouths of surprise and were getting anxious. What was going on here. Harry, Hermione, and Ron backed up, expecting the shop to blow up in their face. A whole wall collapsed on the left side of the shop and suddenly all the Broomsticks were sweeping out violently out of the shop. It was chaos. Many Wizards and Witches were running for their lives, some tried to control the brooms and put them to a stop, while some brooms took over the wizards and witches, beating them or diving underneath and taking them high into the skies.
These broomsticks were deadly. Harry stared at them with horror. Ron and Hermione were pulling his arms, trying to drag him away. They had to get out of this place. Diagon Alley was going to be done for and those left behind. Then these brooms would be released to let out their menace elsewhere. It was a catastrophe. How did this happen? Was it the work of Voldemort's evil?
No matter how hard Ron and Hermione tried to tug Harry away, he just wouldn't budge. All Harry could do is stand there and watch. He was in a trance. Ron wanted to just give up and leave Harry there. Hermione wouldn't allow this. It was until pain had burst out of Harry's head when they let him go. It was great pain that was pounding up to Harry's temples. He felt as though he was going to pass out right on the spot.
The next thing he can hear in his head is the demonic laughter of his nemesis. "Attack! Attack! All Killer Brooms Attack! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!!"