Chapter 3

Disclaimer= See last chapter =)

A/N= OKAY IMPORTANT TO READ.

The mass breakout happened after Voldemort got hold of a new body (this is how Harry knows how Bellatrix looks like)

Sirius is still blamed for the break out (his name isn't cleared)

Harry knows about the order of the phoenix, but has yet to visit grimrauld place

"Alright, it would be best if you get all your school supplies but I need to do an errand, if you just linger around Flourish and Blotts and purchase your books while I'm off that would be great. Oh and before I forget, here is the list you need for this year. Please stay in the shop. I know you have a habit of strolling around when you are told to do otherwise." Mr. Weasley winked at Harry and left.

Harry entered Flourish and Blotts and looked at his list

Transfiguration: fifth edition

Mastering the art of Potions: fifth edition

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Year Five

Care for Dangerous Magical Creatures

All you need for Charms: Year Five

It wasn't much of a struggle to find the books needed because Flourish and Blotts was set up for Hogwarts students; classifying each book for each year.

After getting the books, Harry noticed the shop was empty in the back, so he decided to wander. Harry realized that he never came in the shop except to get his books for school but never for his own amusement. So he never noticed the few odd shelves in the back. He started to look at the binding of the books.

Under the hood of a Dementor

Advanced Rare Charms

History of the Great Wizard Wars

The Dark Arts and its Uses

Harry ran his finger over the binding of the Dark Arts.

"Such a dark book. It's surprising that we have it in stock," said the salesman that snuck behind Harry.

"Why do you have it in stock then?"

"We forgot all about it. It's rare that someone actually comes in the back of the shop."

"Ah... okay," said Harry, confused but grateful that the salesman didn't have any reaction to whom he was speaking to. Harry took the book about the Advanced Rare Charms out of the shelf and placed it on top of his Hogwarts books. When the salesman returned to the front of the shop to help other customers he then took The Dark Arts and its Uses and headed back in the front of the shop to buy his books.

"That will be 3 galleons and three sickles, please," said a lazy looking woman, not even to comment about the strange book choice.

Harry handed her the money and turned around and heard the bell above the door ring. He ignored it, placing his money bag back into his pocket that was already holding his trunk. When he did look up he first saw a young girl with perfect black curls, very pale skin, and eyes like no other. She looked oddly familiar. He then saw she was not alone. She stood beside the infamous Malfoy family. They all had the same pose – nose up high, hair coiffed back, and the aura around them filled with pride. The whole Malfoy family, oh how he hates that arrogant Draco and that death eater Lucius with his faithful pet, Narcissa beside him.

Alya shifted her gaze from Harry Potter to Draco, knowing that there was tension building. Alya tried to divert the suspense in the air by making them move for her necessities.

"Uh – I think first year books are over here." Alya started to move where she pointed but she was stopped by Lucius.

"Alya, it would be rude if I didn't introduce you to my acquaintance." Lucuis put his hand on Alya's shoulder and she looked awfully uncomfortable, "Alya, this is Harry Potter. Harry Potter, this is Alya Black Lestrange."

Harry finally recognized where he had seen this girl. She is almost a mirror image to her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, except 30 years younger, and it seemed like she had violet eyes, rather than black. It almost seemed unreal to Harry that Bellatrix actually cared to have a daughter with her husband. Harry's eyes started to glaze with hatred towards both the Malfoy and Lestrange families. Even if the fight would be four against one, all the pain and suffering these two families have created, it seemed worth it to start a fight. But Harry wasn't a blind idiot anymore. He knew what ever happened here will fall for their favour, and for his disadvantage. Harry mumbled, incoherently a greeting and brushed past Alya. Just as Harry touched Alya's black cloak he screamed in pain. He kneeled on the ground holding his head in his hands and yelled. The scorching pain was unbearable and it was pulsing through every inch of his body. The Malfoy's and Alya all backed away, confused, just as Arthur Weasley entered the shop.

(A/N: If you /really/ want me to insert Alya's POV review telling me to do so. It will not be anything exciting as she doesn't feel the pain, but Alya /will/ talk about what she was thinking later, like a reflection)

Arthur rushed to Harry's side, also kneeling on the ground and tried to comfort Harry. As soon as Mr. Weasley's hand touched Harry's back, Harry's screams stopped and he was only short of breath.

"I - I'm f...fine," wispeared Harry meekly.

Mr. Weasley stood up and glared at Lucius, "What have you done!?"

"We did nothing! Probably Potter inflicted this on himself, seeking attention all the time," Draco stepped in.

"Now, now Draco, no need to be rude," Lucius said, leaning forward on his cane to get a good look at Alya, and giving her a questioning stare, "We have done nothing of sorts." Lucius straightened himself and gave a glare at Potter, who was struggling to stand.

Alya gave Harry a concerned glance and moved elsewhere before she was seen. She hadn't meant to create such pain for the guy, it was involuntary. She wondered what could've created such troubles.

Lucius, Nacissa, Draco and Alya decided to come back the Flourish and Blotts to get their books when the commotion was settled. In the meantime, they decided to head out for other school supplies, leaving Potter and Weasley.

Harry stood up and dusted his robes. The old crooked table on his left was used as support for Harry, until he caught his breath. Of course, those sympathetic eyes around the shop followed his every movement. He glared at everyone that cared to look at him and stormed out of the shop with Mr. Weasley following closely behind.

"Are you alright, Harry," asked Mr. Weasley.

"Yes! I'm fine," Harry snapped, "What were you doing anyways, while I was at the book shop?" changing the conversation.

"I had to send a package to the Ministry of Magic. You see, Errol is getting very sick, and his eye sight isn't holding up as it used to."

"Oh okay," said Harry, not too interested. His scar was mildly prickling from the mind attack. He knew that it wasn't Lestranges's fault that he was such in great pain, unless she created some unknown magic, which was pretty doubtful because she was a freshman. So Harry knew it was unintentionally. He also knew it had something connected with Voldemort because if not, the pain wouldn't have started from his scar and spread to every cell in his body.