Separation
"We should be almost there," Sirius said to the girl behind him. "I think I see a ladder up ahead." And he was right. Just up ahead, was a ladder that led up into…
"Honeydukes!" Syringa gasped, looking around at all the amazing sweets that surrounded her. "We're in Honeydukes!"
"This is amazing!" Sirius exclaimed as he glanced around at the Cockroach Clusters and Chocolate Frogs, his two favorite candies, lining the walls. "I was here once when I was little, but I don't remember it being like this." He then turned towards Syringa and said, "So, what do you want to do?"
Syringa's absolute amazement at their current location quickly faded away as the answer to Sirius's question drifted into her head. "Listen, Potter. I'm going to go to the Quidditch Supply Shop, then I'm going to do whatever it is I want to do. Therefore I will not be doing anything with you. Do you understand me?"
Sirius frowned. "Perfectly, thanks. Well, I hope you have fun. Maybe I'll see you around the village this afternoon?"
But she was already on her way out of the shop. He was in shock at the days events. Somehow he'd managed to get Syringa Malfoy, the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts, to come with him to Hogsmeade. Now if he could just get her to stay with him, things would be perfect.
After looking around the shop for a bit longer, he walked outside and headed down the road to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, where his Uncles Fred and George worked. For years he'd gotten free merchandise from them, mainly because his father had given them the money they had needed to start the business, and partly because they liked him.
He opened the door of the shop to hear a little bell ring, notifying his uncles that a customer had just entered, and they were about to make some money. Or so they thought.
It only took a moment for a red head to come peeking out from behind a supply shelf, and at the sight of the young Potter boy he smiled.
"Fred!" George called from the back of the room. "Fred, come here! We've got company!" A few moments later the other red haired sibling came running out of the back room, carrying four boxes of Skiving Snackboxes.
"Well, hello there, Sirius," Fred panted. "What are you doing here? Aren't you only in the second year? How did you get here?"
"My dad told me I wasn't supposed to tell anyone," Sirius replied, and picked up a box of special quality trick wands. "How much?" he asked.
"For you," George smiled, "on the house. And come on, we are very curious on how you got out of the castle without getting spotted."
"Are you mental?" Fred smacked his brother upside the head. "You know how he got here! He used the map!"
"How did you know about the map?" Sirius asked, head snapping up towards his uncle Fred in shock.
"We gave your dad the map when he was in the third year," George laughed. "We nicked it from Filch in our early years at Hogwarts. How else would he get it?"
"He told me that my grandfather made the map!" Sirius exclaimed, a little angry at his father for lying to him. "He said that Granddad James made it when he was at school."
"He did," Fred replied. "James Potter was Prongs. The man you were named after, Sirius, was Padfoot. Moony was Remus Lupin, a friend of the family's. And Wormtail was…."
"Was nothing you should worry about," George interrupted. "His name was Peter, and he's gone now. Died the year your father took care of…."
"George!" Fred bellowed, throwing his brother a look that clearly meant 'shut up'. "It's not our place to bring that subject up."
"I already know," Sirius frowned, and glanced down at his feet. "My father told Lily and I last year. How he killed a man named Voldemort, and all that. It feels weird, though. I mean, my dad killed someone."
"Your father is a great man for it, too," Fred smiled. "You don't know what it was like living in that age. People were afraid to speak the name of Voldemort, were afraid to stop him. He killed so many people, ruined so many lives. When Harry killed him it was like Independence Day. We were free again."
"Was it really like that?" Sirius asked, eyes wide. His dad didn't tell him about all that.
"It was worse," George sighed. "Voldemort killed your grandparents, a good friend of your dad's, Sirius Black, and Albus Dumbledore, to name a few."
"Harry told us all that he thought Voldemort killed your mother at one point," Fred continued. "He said that at that moment he was about ready to give up the fight. But apparently Ginny was way above him, studying for her final exams."
"Wow," Sirius whispered. "My dad really saved the world? I mean… that's what it sounds like to me."
"Yeah," George replied. "He really saved the world. Now enough about all this; it's the past, and a depressing past at that. Shop around. Whatever you want you get for free."
"Thanks, you guys!" Sirius exclaimed, and began searching the shop. A box of Skiving Snackboxes, Ton-Tongue Toffees, Special Quality Trick Wands, and Canary Creams later, he was out the door, waving goodbye to his two uncles. Since it was such a cold day he decided he'd head on over to the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeers.
Syringa had just finished buying a Broomstick Servicing kit when a man walked over to her, a stupid smile on his chubby face. She wasn't too sure who he was, but she knew that he was a friend of her father's.
"Syringa Malfoy," the man said, holding out a thick hand for her to shake. "It's been so long. I'm Gregory Goyle, a friend of your fathers. How has he been?"
"He's been alright," she replied, placing a friendly smile on her face. "He's actually trying to get a job with the Ministry, but his record being so unclean, they refuse to hire him. But he sends my brother and me letters all the time."
"Draco has high hopes for you," he stated, his eyes sparkling. "He says that you and Archimedes will be the ones to bring power back to the Dark Side."
"Yes," she responded. "We plan on seeking revenge on Harry Potter for ruining the world that could've been, and bringing about the New Order."
"I'm looking forward to it, Miss Malfoy," he smiled, then looked at his watch and said, "Well, I best be off. Give your father my best wishes."
"I will, sir," she said, and watched as he waddled off down the street and disapparated. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and turned around to go to the Three Broomsticks. After a long day of Quidditch shopping she could use something to eat.
Five minutes later and she was sitting nice and warm in the little pub, eyeing her new kit and pondering over what she should eat. She was surprised when Madam Rosmerta set a bottle of warm butterbeer down on her table.
"Where did this come from?" she asked, pulling the drink towards her with a smile.
Madam Rosmerta pointed behind her at a small table, where a boy with messy black hair, brown eyes, and glasses sat smiling at her. Her smile, however, instantly faded as she gathered her things and walked over to his table.
"What do you want, Potter?" she asked grumpily, slamming the bottle of butterbeer down on the table. He didn't even jump.
"I just wanted to buy you a drink," he replied with a small smirk. "Is that such a crime? Buying a friend a drink?"
"We're NOT friends!" she bellowed, eyes blazing with anger. "We've never been friends! How many times do I have to tell you? Why are you always so nice to me?"
"Do you want an honest answer?" he asked, a hint of red in his cheeks.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an honest answer," she replied, rolling her eyes at him. "Now tell me!"
"I like you," he whispered. "I like you, and I really want to get to know you. Why is that such a problem?"
She was taken aback by his bluntness, but didn't let it affect her in the slightest. "Potter, I'm a Malfoy. Your father hates my whole family, as does your mother and the rest of your family. We, in turn, do not like any of you. That's why you can't get to know me. Because Potter's don't like Malfoy's."
"That statement can be proven false," he smiled, looking deep into her black eyes. "It was the first time I saw you the on train."
She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks, and tried to hide it from him. "Well, Potter, you'd better learn to hate me, because I can guarantee the rest of your family does." And with that, she took her things, and left him along, feeling very depressed and confused.