Chapter 2-
Amidst the bustling, busy streets of London, hidden by the shadows, a dark figure could be found, crouched low.
He was closely watching the moving crowds going about their business, until a tall gentleman draped in a lengthy black coat and a matching top hat perched upon silky platinum blonde hair, caused the crouching teen to swiftly stand and slip into a passing crowd.
His sharp eyes caught the blonde fastening a leather pouch to his waist, twisting from the crowd he bumped heavily against the mans shoulder who released a harsh puff of air on impact.
"S-sorry Sir", Harry muttered, quickly bending to retrieve the mans snake head cane. Before he could, a hand was clasped around his skinny wrist. Harry looked up at the man, eyes dilated with fear. The man snatched his cane off the ground and shoved Harry away. Standing and adjusting his coat, he sneered down at the teen sprawled on the ground, looking from his tattered shoes to his torn shirt. The blonde man sniffed slightly, "I suggest you watch where you walk, boy, or you may find yourself in deeper trouble than you may have expected. We don't want that now, do we?"
The dark haired teen shook his head from side to side slowly, "No sir, sorry sir."
Harry climbed to his feet, not bothering to dust the dirt from his clothes, the man sneered once more before turning and going on his way, without a second glance.
Harry's eyes lidded and he smirked smugly, "fool," he muttered as he too turned and disappeared into another passing crowd, patting his now full pockets.
Septimus Malfoy looked up at the goblin in with distaste. "Key?" inquired the goblin. Septimus replied glaring, "is that really necessary?" he hissed softly, grey eyes flashing with irritation.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy." replied the goblin with a grin, revealing rows of small pointy teeth. Malfoy reached down and slipped his hand into his robe, only to find it empty, his eyes widened slightly as he subtly felt his other pockets.
"Something wrong, sir?" The goblin leant over the desk, peering at the confused aristocrat, watching his eyebrows raise before he closed his eyes in anger.
Septimus ignored the creature, understanding dawning on him but kept his expression smooth as he turned and stalked out the bank. His strides wide and furious.
Harry stood slightly slouched as he stared into the shop window. Gazing at the many rows of books absently, until a shift in the sunlight allowed him to notice the reflection of a dark shadow moving faster than the rest of the crowds, and heading straight towards him. Harry's eyes narrowed and he ducked into the shop silently and crept towards the back of the shop, pretending to browse books while keeping an eye on the shop door.
As Harry anticipated, the man from earlier entered the store a moment later, his pale eyes glinting as they searched the dusty bookshop. Tapping his cane gently against the floor, he stepped slowly towards an elderly man counting a box of books.
"Shopkeep, have you seen a street urchin enter this shop?" The blonde asked lowly, eyes continuing to dart around the shop, searching for any sign of movement.
'Street urchin' Harry mouthed indignantly from his hiding splice.
"No Sir, I ain't had no one come in fa' a few hours," The elderly man continued, happy to complain about the hardships he faces.
Harry took this opportunity and crept behind the men, slipped out the door and took off running.
Hearing the door slam shut, Malfoy whipped his head round fast enough to see the dark haired boy blow a raspberry though the shop window as he ran by, growling the aristocrat made chase. Harry was surprised to her footsteps behind him, bemused by this clearly wealthy mans decision to attempt to catch him. Laughing, Harry waved his hand along the crates stacked up against the walls surrounding them, causing them to come tumbling down behind him. Instead of hearing crashing and the grunting of his pursuer he heard whispered words and regular footfalls. Harry frowned and turned slightly to see the man waving his cane in front of the final crate, turning it into a couple jet black ravens.
Septimus saw the clear green eyes widening in shock before the crack of apparition sounded throughout the alley and the child disappeared.
Coming to a stop, Malfoy breathing heavily scowled before he too apparated from the raven filled alley.