A/N: Sorry it's taken SOOOO long for me to get back to writing. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to take 20 units this semester... BUT! I'm working on the Scooby-Doo/Harry Potter mystery now. Do not fret, my friends. :-)
Scooby and Shaggy sat with Dumbledore in the small shop, taking in the sights of Diagon Alley and asking questions about their surroundings. "Like, hey. Why are so many shops closed?"
"Businesses have had some trouble getting customers lately, what with the Death Eater raids." Dumbledore sighed and returned to his sherbet. Shaggy and Scooby left to find the rest of the gang in the bookstore. The group set off to walk around Diagon Alley. Hagrid went back to Dumbledore.
"Jinkies, Guys! Look at this!" The gang came upon Ollivander's empty shop. "This doesn't look good."
"Gee, what could have happened to it?" Daphne pondered, tapping her finger on her cheek.
Fred placed his hands on his hips. "We should split up and look around. Let's see if we can find out why Ollivander's was abandoned."
"Like, this place is really spooky, Scoob." Shaggy began shaking, "I'm not so sure I wanna go in there!"
"Ri ron't ranna ro reither!" Scooby clung onto his best friend.
"Oh, come on guys. Don't be a couple of scaredy cats!" Daphne giggled and took Fred's arm.
"Will you do it for a Scooby-Snack?" Velma pulled a couple of snacks from her pocket and Scooby promptly scooped them up and swallowed without chewing.
"Roh-kay" Scooby and Shaggy tiptoed into the shop as the other three circled towards the back of the building down a dark alley.
Fred, Daphne and Velma began poking around the back alley and looked into a dirty window. There were two women inside with a tall, dark man. They seemed to be shaking hands. The woman with wild hair was circling them and laughing.
"Uh, oh, guys..." Velma whispered, "We better be careful." They watched as the man sent the women away. The gang ducked inside a doorway to the back of Ollivander's. "I have a feeling those mysterious people have something to do with this."
"We need to get to the bottom of this, guys." Freddy looked around the back of the store for ideas. "I think we'd better find out how to get to Hogwarts."
Daphne was looking around Ollivander's desk and picked up a paper weight crest with a dragon on it. Suddenly a light glowed and Daphne was gone.
"Oh, no! Fred! Daphne's gone!" Velma shrieked as she watched her friend mysteriously disappeared into thin air.
"It's got to be some kind of trick, Velma. I'm sure she's around here somewhere." Fred started looking for trap doors and mirrors in the small office.
"I'm not so sure about that, Freddy." Shaggy and Scooby came into the room holding some wands. "Like, check this out!" Shaggy waved the wand around and sparks flew out. "This seems pretty real to me!" Scooby and Shaggy clung to each other as the gang started getting worried about their friend.
"We better talk to Hagrid." Velma started walking towards the door.
"I think you're right," Stated Fred as they all exited back toward the ice cream shop where Hagrid and Dumbledore were sitting.
"Oh, hello there, young friends." Dumbledore greeted Shaggy and Scooby. He was fumbling around in his robe pockets, looking for his wand. "Did you need something?" He pulled out his wand and sighed in relief.
"Our friend seems to have disappeared, Sir." Freddy "She picked up this strange paper-weight and then she was gone."
"Oh, dear. It seems she found a port-key." Dumbledore removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Do you happen to recall where she found it?"
"Well, we were in the wand shop, in the back towards the desk and office. Daphne was looking on the desk through several papers, then *poof* she was gone!" Velma said.
"Ollivander's shop..." Dumbledore looked at Hagrid, "You don't suppose it took her into Hogsmeade?"
"Well, I ain't so sure 'bout that, as I'm sure he'd be going through his chimney, but supposin' in times like these, it'd be keen to 'ave 'imself a port-key to 'is other shop." Hagrid shrugged as he pondered out loud.
"Hagrid, you ought to take these fine young people to the village. I will see you back at Hogwarts. I have some business I need to attend to before returning." Dumbledore hurried off down the alley as the three teenagers, the great dane, and the half-giant strolled back into the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well, Gang. It looks like we'll be going on a real adventure this time." Freddy sighed as he looked around at the dismal scene surrounding them. The boarded up shops and dingy windows were depressing and almost spooky. There was an eery silence that fell over Diagon Alley.
"Oof!" Daphne fell to the ground with a thud. She looked around at the trees and forest surrounding her. She could not quite distinguish where she was, but she knew it wasn't London anymore.
She dusted off her skirt and began walking up a hill towards a clearing in the thick foliage. There was plenty of daylight left, luckily, so she could probably find someone, or somewhere to hide out for the night if she needed. Hopefully she could find a phone and get back to her friends.
After walking about half a mile, she noticed there was a village in the clearing. She was incredibly relieved to know that there would be other people near by. She started walking faster and almost jogging towards the village. She saw a tiny brook and a small footbridge going into the town. The sleepy town seemed almost empty, except for a few pubs and some cottages. She thought perhaps she should go into the brighter, busier pub to ask for a telephone.
The pub was called the Three Broomsticks, and there were quite a few young people inside. She went to the bartender and asked for a phone.
"A phone?" He looked at her like she was crazy. "What on Earth would you want with a phone? Why are you looking here?"
"I need to call my friends," she explained, "You see, I just kind of appeared in those woods over there," she held out the paperweight, "it must be because of this thing... but I need to call my friends and see if they can find me."
"You're not from around here." The bartender went over to a man sitting on the opposite side of the bar. "You've got a muggle over here, she seems to be lost," the bartender leaned in closer, "be careful, though. You never know these days."