Clutching his broken glasses to his face, Harry stared around. He had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one he'd just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching him from the shadow of a doorway, muttering to each other.

Feeling jumpy, Harry set off, trying to hold his glasses on straight and hoping against hope he'd be able to find a way out of here.

An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told him he was in Knockturn Alley. This didn't help, as Harry had never heard of such a place. He supposed he hadn't spoken clearly enough through his mouthful of ashes back in the Weasleys' fire. Trying to stay calm, he wondered what to do.

"Hey Harry! What are you doing here?" a voice behind him asked, he turned around to face Jack.

"Hey Jack, I got lost in the Floo. What are you doing here?" asked Harry

"Just buying some books" answered Jack

"Don't you get enough of books?" laughed Harry "I started to think you paid the hat to put you in Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw" he recalled his sorting when the hat wanted to put him in Slytherin

"Actually, the hat was very confused at first, it wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, but I insisted to be in Gryffindor" said Jack "did that happen to you as well, or just me" asked

"No, that didn't happen to me" Harry lied "do you know the way out of here?" he changed the subject

"Follow me!" said Jack and Harry followed him

"Jack! Harry! Over here!" they looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts.

She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.

"Where is Ron?" asked Jack

"There!" she said and pointed at Ron, George, Fred, Percy, and Mr. Weasley

"Harry, We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far…" Mr. Weasley panted, and turned to face Jack "and you must be Jack!"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley" replied Jack

"Where did you come out?" Ron asked.

"Knockturn Alley," answered Jack

"and what were you doing in Knockturn Alley?" asked Ron, who turned to face Jack

"Buying some interesting books" said Jack

"I should've known that" grinned Ron

Mrs. Weasley now came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other. "Oh, Harry! oh, my dear! you could have been anywhere…"

Gasping for breath she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping off Harry's soot. Mr. Weasley took Harry's glasses, gave them a tap of his wand, and returned them, good as new.

"it's nice to meet you Jack, Ron have told us how you protected the stone from who-must-not-be-named" said Mrs. Weasley who turned to face Jack

"of course I won't be able to do so without their help" Jack blushed

"Don't be modest, we didn't know you had the stone until you gave it to Dumbledore" said Ron smirking at Jack

"and now we'll move on, next we'll bought the books from Flourish and Blotts" said Mrs. Weasley and started walking toward the bookshop, they all followed her.

There, in Flourish and Blotts was Gilderoy Lockhart signing his autobiographies, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were very excited since they were fans of him, while Jack seemed to dislike him, first he glared at him, rolled his eyes, and then disappeared behind the shelves.

When Lockhart saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted,

"It can't be Harry Potter?" The crowd parted, whispering excitedly

Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

Soon Harry found himself presented with the entire works of Gilderot Lockhart, and Lockhart announced that he will be teaching defence against the dark arts in Hogwarts this year.

He really disliked Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. It was Malfoy "Famous Harry Potter, Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." He added

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend" "Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Ron, Jack and Hermione fought their way over.

"Oh, it's you" said Ron, "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Malfoy. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Jack grabbed the back of his jacket.

"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

"Well, well, well, Arthur Weasley." It was Mr. Malfoy

"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids . . . I hope they're paying you overtime?"

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny. "We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.

"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Hermione, "The company you keep, Weasley, and I thought your family could sink no lower"

There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, and a raw started

"Get him, Dad!"

"No, Arthur, no!"

"Gentlemen, please, please!"

"Break it up, there, gents, break it up"

Finally, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy were pulled apart, Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools.

He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He throw it in her cauldron, his eyes glittering with malice. "Here, girl! take your book, it's the best your father can give you" he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop.

Jack stepped forward and pulled out a black diary from the cauldron,

"is that yours?" he asked Ginny.

"No, I have never seen it before" said Ginny

Jack opened the diary "it's a dark artifact, it belonged to Voldemort"

"What?"

"Here, Tom Marvolo Riddle" Jack read what was written, "can I keep it?" he asked Ginny

"Yes, I don't want it" she looked at the diary with disgust.

Jack put the diary in his cauldron.