Willoffire123: Hi everyone! I'm back!
Terry: But where did you go?
Willoffire123: Nowhere important
Harry: She's lying
Willoffire123: Harry! I haven't seen you in a full 5 minutes! How are you?
Harry: Terrible, you're still here
Willoffire123: Yup! And I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon!
Terry: Willoffire123 doesn't own Harry Potter or Batman Beyond.
Willoffire123: Well, essentially…no, no I don't. On with the show!
Harry
"Alright everyone! Through the door, that's it, come on," said Mrs. Weasely, herding us through the door of the Leakey Cauldron. In case anyone was wondering, we're on our way to Diagon Alley.
"Why don't we visit Flourish and Blots first?" said Mrs. Weasely as we stepped out onto the almost deserted street. "Then we can go to Madame Malkin's. Hermione wants new dress robes, and Harry, I'm sure you've grown as well as Ron."
"Molly, we can't all go to Flourish and Blots. Why don't Harry, Ron, and Hermione go to Madame Malkins, and we can get their textbooks," said Mr. Weasely. "We can meet up in front of Flourish and Blots."
"Oh, alright, come on then," said Mrs. Weasely, shepherding Ginny to the bookstore.
"Shall we get our robes then?" I asked Ron and Hermione. They nodded, and we headed down to Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Once we entered the shop, we could see that we weren't alone. Malfoy was being fitted with new robes, his mother, standing a little to the left, was watching Madame Malkin as she was sticking pins into the lump of cloth. Malfoy was putting up some resistance, wincing every time a pin touched him.
"Ouch! Watch where you're poking that thing, woman!" he complained, jumping so high, that he almost left his seat. Then he saw us.
"Well," he sneered. "If it isn't Potter, Mud-blood, and the Weasel-King."
"Tell me Malfoy," I shot at him. "How is your father liking Azkaban?"
Malfoy turned white. "Don't you dare talk about my father that way Potter!"
Ignoring Madame Malkin, Malfoy stood up, taking out his wand. I did the same, knowing full well that neither of us was going to cast a spell.
"No wands drawn in my shop, please," said Madame Malkin, trying to sound calm. Malfoy ignored her again, taking a step forward. Then, out of nowhere, a boy, around our age stepped in front of Malfoy with lightning fast speed, grabbed his wrist, and knocked him off balance, sending him toppling into his mother.
"You heard the lady, Malfoy," said the stranger. "No wands in the shop."
"Tch, you again," said Malfoy, untangling himself from his mother. "Fine."
He tore off the robes Madame Malkin had been adjusting. "Mother! I don't think I want these anymore."
Narcissa Malfoy snapped out of whatever daydream she had been having, and sneered at us. "You're right, Draco. There's too much…filth here. We'd do better, at Twilfit and Tattin's."
With that, the pair of them swept out of the shop.
"Sorry about that, Madame Malkin," said the stranger, in a pleasant, foreign accent. He sounded distinctly American.
"Oh, that's quite alright Mr. Wayne. Thank you for sorting it out," said Madame Malkin, still very flustered from the previous set of events. While Ron was being fitted for his new robes, the stranger introduced himself to us.
"Hey, the name's Terry Wayne," he said, stretching out his hand to Hermione. Blushing slightly, she shook his hand.
"Hermione Granger. You're a foreigner, aren't you?" she asked. Terry nodded, offering his hand to me.
"I'm an exchange student from the States. Gotham City, to be exact. I was homeschooled for a while. My mentor wanted me to get a better education, so he sent me to Hogwarts. I'll be in the sixth year," he said.
"Cool, my name's Harry Potter," I said. Terry showed no sign of recognition as he said. "Schuay."
"If you live in Gotham, have you ever seen Batman?" Ron asked eagerly from his footstool.
"We've…run into each other a couple of times," he said evasively. "More than I'd like, anyway. Trouble tends to follow me and my girlfriend around a lot. So, we see kind of a lot of Batman."
"Oh, what kind of trouble do you get into?" asked Hermione, coming back to join our group with a brand new pair of dress robes.
Terry's face darkened. "It's a long story."
We left Madame Malkin's with Terry.
"We're going to the Joke shop down the street. Would you like to come with us?" Hermione asked kindly.
Terry shook his head. "No thanks, I've got some stuff to take care of before I head back to the Leakey Cauldron. I'll see you guys at school."
We waved him goodbye and made our way to Fred and George's joke shop.
After being shown around by Fred and George, something caught my eye outside the window of the shop. Malfoy was hurrying down the street, without his mother. I dragged Hermione and Ron over to the window.
"See that? Malfoy's ducked into Knockturn Alley, without mummy dearest. Anybody fancy finding out what he's up to?"
Ron and Hermione nodded. We draped the Invisibility Cloak over ourselves and slipped outside, following Malfoy into Knockturn Alley.
"He's gone into Borgen and Burkes. Now what, Harry?" whispered Hermione.
"I have an idea," said Ron, slipping out from under the cloak and hoisting himself onto the roof of the shop opposite Borgen and Burkes. Shrugging, I followed him, Hermione right behind me. From our perch on the roof, we had a clear view inside the shop, we could hide ourselves easily if either Malfoy or Borgen chanced to look in our direction, but we couldn't hear a word they were saying.
"Looks like he doesn't want to buy anything," I said. "Maybe…"
I trailed off. For at that moment, Malfoy had lifted his arm to show something to Borgen. Since he had his back turned to us, our view of what Malfoy was showing Borgen had been blocked. Borgen's face went white.
"Wonder what he showed him…" I mused out loud. Then, Malfoy exited the shop, hurrying back onto Diagon Alley.
I made to follow him when Hermione poked me in the ribs.
"Look!" she hissed, pointing at the roof of Borgen and Burkes. There on the roof, perched gracefully on the top rail part, looking absolutely terrifying…was Batman. Batman gave us a little nod before activating his rocket boots and leaping into the air, disappearing quickly into the thick, London fog.
"Well that's something you don't see every day," said Ron as we slipped back through the door of Fred and George's joke shop. I scratched my head in disbelief. Then, I made a resolve that, as soon as possible, I would tell Mr. Weasely what I saw Malfoy doing, and that we saw Batman. I gave a small smile, glad that I had a plan of action, and I joined Ron and Hermione in reassuring a very suspicious Mrs. Weasely, that we had been in the back this whole time, and she could not have looked…properly.
Willoffire123: I'm sorry that this took so long. My computer shut down without warning a few days ago, deleting a huge chunk of this chapter. But, never fear! The chapter is here. Reviewing would make me happy. Or you could not review…the choice is yours. (But reviews would make me happy.)
Willoffire123 & Terry: Until next time!
