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Chapter 3
"Ello sir! My name is Ernie. What should we call you and where we taking you?" Asked an auburn haired bus attendant. He leaned towards Harry as if trying to get a better look at him.
"I-uhm, my name is Vernon Dudley. As for where I'm going, that'd be the Leaky Cauldron." Harry sputtered out, taking a step back from the man.
"Right. Well we will have you there in a bit. Would you like a chair or a bed?"
Harry looked at his surroundings. Deciding he wasn't very tired, he opted for the chair.
"A chair would be great." Harry looked around for one. Then with a wave of the man's wand, Harry was standing next to a large, comfortable looking armchair. Harry was about to sit down when the attendant asked yet another question.
"Would you like hot chocolate? Or a bottle of hot water and a toothbrush?"
Realizing he didn't have a toothbrush, Harry asked for one of those.
"That'll be fifteen sickles. What color you want?" Grabbing a basket and shoving it toward Harry, the man seemed to be falling asleep. Harry took a red brush and handed over the sickles. Sitting back in the chair, he waited patiently till he was told to get off. Ernie seemed different than he remembered. Still just as goofy as ever but he was tired and worn down. Harry had a soft spot for him. He didn't know why exactly. He wondered what kept Ernie here. He wanted to ask but thought it better to keep quiet, as he was now asleep.
The knight bus slammed to a halt and after a snort from Ernie, followed by a quick summary of his surroundings, he announced to Harry that they had arrived. Gathering his things, Harry thanked Ernie and the driver and jumped off the bus. He walked toward the Leaky Cauldron. As he did so, he felt someone watching him. Scanning his surroundings, he saw nothing. Opening the doors to the pub, Harry waited by a table to see if anyone entered after him. He couldn't stay for long though, because he knew the potion was about to wear off. After getting a room, he let his body change back to normal and locked the door. With no idea what to do next, he checked on his remaining polyjuice potion. The bottle had more in it than the cup did so he figured he was in good shape for at least a day out in Diagon Alley. He planned to go there tomorrow just to see what was happening with the wizarding world. After that, Harry hoped he could find a way to the Burrow.
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"S-s-sir? You called me?" a quivering man bowed to his master.
"Yes, Wormtail. I wanted to thank you for finding a way to get my old body back. Also, how are our guests doing?" Sitting in a desk, the Dark Lord never looked up from his snake. Nagini slithered up his chair and around his shoulders. He then began stroking his pet.
"Quite well my Lord. I think they shall break any day now." Wormtail was not sure how to answer the question and you could hear it in his voice.
"Any day now? No, no Peter. That's not good enough." Tom finally met his servant's eyes. In one swift moment his wand was pointing at the frightened man. With a soft "Crucio," Peter Pettigrew was withering in pain, so much that there were no audible screams.
After a few minutes, Voldemort stopped the torture. He watched the broken man get up and couldn't help but smile at his weakness.
"Now, get them to tell you everything they can about the Ministry or you will be, dismissed." He saw fear in the eyes before him and enjoyed every last bit of it.
Wormtail left the chambers and soon in walked Bellatrix Lestrange. She walked up to Tom and as he shooed Nagini, sat in his lap. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed him.
"A few of the Death Eaters think they know when Potter will be moved." She whispered before nibbling on his ear. "They think it will be right before his birthday. Have you heard word from Snape?"
"Yes, I have." He wrapped his arms around her body pulling her as close as he could before repeatedly kissing her bare shoulder. "He thinks it will be Saturday after next."
Bella let out a soft moan as he lightly sucked on her neck. He then lifted her up and carried her to his bed. She removed his shirt as she kissed him, biting his lower lip. He unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off her slim body. After that, she pulled him down and rolled over so she was on top of him.
"I love you, Tom." She said, looking into his eyes.
There was a pause, as this had not yet been spoken. Voldemort thought for a second, not out of fear, but because he wanted to have a truthful answer. He couldn't deny the feeling in his chest every time she walked into the room or spoke to him. Especially when she smiled.
"I love you too, Bella." He smiled as her face lit up. She began to kiss him and he tried to put all the passion and love he felt for her into that kiss.
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Harry woke up in a cold sweat. He had the nightmare again. Everyone he knew dying around him. When he was the last one standing, he was begging for death, that is, after the last person that died. 'It was always in the same order, she was always last...' Harry couldn't help but wonder why. He wasn't supposed to do this. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. But since when had he gone by what he was supposed to do or feel?
Getting out of bed, Harry almost began to get dressed, and then he remembered the Polyjuice. With a swig of the disgusting liquid, he face distorted and rearranged itself. His body swelled and his hair lightened. One look in the mirror and Harry couldn't wait to be himself again. He put on Dudley's clothes and walked out of the room. After eating breakfast, he wondered around the small section of his world. He couldn't get over how familiar things seemed now. Just eight years ago Harry wouldn't have imagined anything like it to be possible.
He bought a 'Daily Prophet' and ordered a sundae at Fortescue's. Sitting at the table, not only did he read the morning edition, but he also listened in to the conversations surrounding him. Engulfed in gossip he perked his ears toward anything that sounded suspicious.
"Did you hear they found him?"
"When are we doing it?"
"Well if they showed up then they would have completely missed him!"
"I heard from a very trustworthy source that he actually looks human again"
Harry leaned toward the direction the last whisper came from.
"Yeah. I heard he looks how he used to. Looks a bit like Harry Potter, he does."
Harry froze. Somebody starting to look human and look like him? He tried to picture the Tom Riddle he saw in his second year.
"I don't believe you. Everyone knows he's dead. Says right here in the 'Prophet'"!
Risking a glance at the two men he had been listening to, he saw the one who was just talking was a lanky, younger looking man, whose clothes were several inches too short and torn in a few places. The other was slender, but not nearly as tall. His clothes resembled the first man's but were in slightly better condition. Neither looked like they had eaten in days nor like they could afford too.
"Well that's what he wants, isn't it? No one knows he's around then BAM," he slapped the table to emphasize his meaning. "He shows up outta no where and fools like you aren't ready."
"Yeah, yeah. Well you have your beliefs and I have mine. Let's just leave it at that," the younger man stood up. Putting a cap on his head, he thought for a moment. "It's not quite that I don't believe it. It's that I don't want to..But we better get going. S'pose to meet Jane at noon." The two men left and Harry thought about everything he just heard. 'If some random guy on the street is hearing rumors about Voldemort looking human, the Order has got to know something.'
Harry sighed. He felt unprepared and knew the only way to get somewhere would be to talk to members of the Order. They could help him. Maybe train him a bit more. But he didn't want to risk their lives. They all meant a lot to him and each other. They were like a family. 'And maybe I'm being selfish, but it would be nice to see a friend right now plus what else am I going to do when the potion is gone' Harry thought. He began thinking of ways to get to the Burrow. He then realized he had no idea how to get there other than to apparate but if he apparated the Ministry would know. And Harry didn't want to risk the Ministry knowing incase it meant Voldemort knowing.
Harry looked around himself trying to get ideas. Thats when something caught his eye. It was just a flash but that was enough. He jumped out of his chair and ran towards it. It was awkward moving that quickly in Dudley's body but he knew what he saw. He turned a corner and searched. He didn't see what he had been looking for but with a smile he walked into 'Flourish & Blotts'. Walking around a bookshelf, he stopped right next to a girl lost in the search of a book.
"Hermione," he whispered, receiving a look of confusion from the bushy haired girl.
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Sorry it took so long to get the Hermione in this! It just didn't feel right to bring her in sooner. Also, sorry for the delayed update. I work at a photo shop and the holiday season is one of our busiest times of the year with holiday cards and photo gifts so I've been working like crazy. I'm not when I will get time for my next chapter because I'm taking the ACT this Saturday and will be pretty busy studying but I promise it will be within a week! Please Review! Thanks again everyone!