Chapter 4 Who Is it?
"Where is he?" asked Lucius Malfoy tentavly. "Where's the new member who you're always talking too?"
"He is unable to come to our meeting tonight,"Voldemort snapped. He looked outside where it was raining slightly, the full moon could be seen through the thin clouds.
"We will hold our meeting as planned."
"All right," said Nott. "First things first-"
"How do we kill Potter."
"No, actually we were going to talk about how we could get the Giants of the Alps to join the Death Eaters," Nott said.
"No, I suggest that we talk about how we kill Potter."
"But my lord-" Voldemort waved his wand and said, "Crucio." After a minute of Nott screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing on the ground Voldemort took the spell off of him.
"How about we talk about killing Potter now." Voldemort said quietly.
"Yeah, okay."
Later that day when Harry was eating breakfast with the Weasley's and Hermione, Mr.Weasley said that he had to rush away.
"But Dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "We just sat down to breakfast!
"Urgent message from the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley said stressfully. "I have to go!" He pulled out his wand and dissapered with a small pop.
Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"What are you all going to do today?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Hermione had just opened her mouth to answer, but there were about four owls tapping on the window (Harry reconized one of the owls as Hedwig).
Mrs. Weasley jumped up and opened the window. The owls fluttered down to the table and deposited letters into people's laps. A tawny owl dumped a package and a letter into Harry's lap before departing through the open window again.
Harry reconized the package to be from Hagrid, the school gamekeeper and teacher of Care of Magical Creatures. He tore the wrapping off the present. Hagrid had sent some of his tooth-breaking Rock Cakes. Harry set these aside and opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter, It read.
You will catch the train at Platform 9 and 3/4 on September the 1st.
Below is a list of books you need for the sixth year.
A standard Book of Spells Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk.
An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration, by Tomson Bossen
How to protect yourself when the worst is coming, by Roswen Keich
An Advanced guide to Divination, By Sybil Trelawney
Professor M. McGonnagal
Harry glanced at the last name of the book list. Sybil Trelawney. Professor Trelawney was his Divination teacher and he found her to be very annoying (she kept on predicting Harry's death, Harry thought that she should get togeather with Voldemort sometime.)
"Why does Trelawney have a book on the book list?" Ron asked.
"Does she?" Asked Hermione, looking up from her book list, which was much longer than both of theirs.
"Yeah," Harry said. "I bet she's just being her usual paranoid self when we arrive in her classroom. Only this time she'll probably be quoting the book."
"Hey," spoke up Mrs. Weasley. "Why don't you three go to Diagon Alley today and get your school supplies."
"Fine," said Ron, "We'll leave after breakfast." Harry however was thinking something different. He was thinking about the person who was supposed to be watching him at Diagon Alley. Would the person be there today? Harry would just have to be on his gaurd.
"Ron, Hermione, can I speak with you for a moment?" Harry asked, getting up from the table and putting his plate near the sink.
"Sure," said Hermione, who had heard Harry this anxious many times before, she knew never to ignore it.
The three of them retreated to Ron's room.
"What's up Harry?" Ron asked.
"Okay, first of all. I think one of Voldemort's spies, either Malfoy or Nott, are going to be at Diagon Alley. Don't worry, from what I know is that he or she is just watching." Harry said. "So I reccomend that we keep our eyes out for anyone."
"I don't know," Ron said, "Maybe we shouldn't go now."
"No," Harry said, "We can go. But let's bring our wands, just in case." The three of them went to their trunks to get their wands.
"Okay Mom!" Ron shouted, "We're leaving!" "Be Careful!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "Don't talk to any wizards or witches you don't know!"
Harry, Hermione and Ron walked to the fireplace. Ron took a flower pot down from the mantle piece. Each of them took a pinch of the Floo powder that was in the pot and threw it into the fire. The fire turned bright green. Harry stepped into the fire and shouted "Diagon Alley!"
All of a sudden Harry was zooming past wizarding fireplaces at enormous speed; He closed his eyes so that he wouldn't be sick. He felt himself slowing down and he threw out his arms so he wouldn't fall face first out of the fireplace. He opened his eyes and he found himself in a small pub. He stooped so he could get out of the fireplace. He dusted the soot off of his clothes and stepped out of the way so Hermione could come through.
When all three of them had come through the fireplace they looked around the room. Tom the Bartender waved merrily at Harry.
They went out the back door and went up to the garbage cans. Harry took out his wand and tapped the third block from the top adn second block to the left. A portal opened and they were suddenly standing in front of Diagon Alley. When they walked into the winding alley the door behind them closed back into a solid brick wall.
The first place that they stopped was Gringotts, the wizard bank. After Ron and Harry got a little money from their vaults (Hermione exchanged Muggle money at the counter), they went down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.
To their left was cauldrons and wands, to their left was potion making ingrediants and broomsticks. Hermione had to practicully drag Harry and Ron away from Quality Quidditch Supplies, so they could go get books.
The enormous selecion at Flourish and Blotts was magnificent. There were tiny books, enormous books, and spell books in every subject you could imagine. Hermione went to get the manager to help her find her enormous list of books. Harry and Ron wandered around the room, occasionally picking up a book and leafing through it. When they got all of their books they were standing at the cash register to pay, when Harry noticed someone out of the corner of his eye.
"Hermione," Harry whispered, "Is that man staring at us?" Hermione turned her head and looked out the window and stared around.
"What man?" Hermione asked.
"That man, across the street at the Ice Cream shop." Hermione glanced at the man.
"The one in the dark green cloak?"
"That's the one."
"Yeah, he's staring at us."
Harry cursed under his breath.
"Okay, here's the plan guys," Harry said slowly to Ron and Hermione. "When we leave Flourish and Blotts we act as if we don't know he's here. We pretend we didn't see him. Maybe he isn't a Death Eater after all."
"Have a nice day," Said the manager, handing them their parcels. As they walked out of the shop the man in the Dark Green cloak stood up.
"Remember, we don't know he's there," Harry said. The man was following them.
"Speed up a little bit." Harry said.
As they walked faster, so did the man. When they turned a corner Harry glanced behind him. The man was drawing a wand.
"I think we should run!" Harry said. The three of them bolted down the allyway. The man started to jog after them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran as fast as they could. They heard the man mutter something under his breath. A spell shot from behind them, almost hitting Hermione in the head. She screamed and stopped running. Harry and Ron grabbed her hands and pulled her into Quality Quidditch Supplies. They spun around once they were in Quality Quidditch Supplies only to see... nothing. The man had disapeered.
"That was wierd," Ron said. "Well as long as we're here..." Ron went down one of the isles.
"We just almost got killed and all he can think of is broomsticks," Hermione said disgustedly.
Harry however was looking at someting else. He was looking at the Daily Prophet.
The Headline read: AZKABAN BROKEN OPEN! HUNDREDS OF PRISONERS ESCAPED! SEVERAL DEATH EATERS ON THE LOOSE! DARK LORD IS SUSPECTED! Below was a picture. It was of Azkaban, it was burning, and through the billlowing clouds of smoke was the Dark Mark, imprinted in the sky.
"Where is he?" asked Lucius Malfoy tentavly. "Where's the new member who you're always talking too?"
"He is unable to come to our meeting tonight,"Voldemort snapped. He looked outside where it was raining slightly, the full moon could be seen through the thin clouds.
"We will hold our meeting as planned."
"All right," said Nott. "First things first-"
"How do we kill Potter."
"No, actually we were going to talk about how we could get the Giants of the Alps to join the Death Eaters," Nott said.
"No, I suggest that we talk about how we kill Potter."
"But my lord-" Voldemort waved his wand and said, "Crucio." After a minute of Nott screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing on the ground Voldemort took the spell off of him.
"How about we talk about killing Potter now." Voldemort said quietly.
"Yeah, okay."
Later that day when Harry was eating breakfast with the Weasley's and Hermione, Mr.Weasley said that he had to rush away.
"But Dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "We just sat down to breakfast!
"Urgent message from the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley said stressfully. "I have to go!" He pulled out his wand and dissapered with a small pop.
Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"What are you all going to do today?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Hermione had just opened her mouth to answer, but there were about four owls tapping on the window (Harry reconized one of the owls as Hedwig).
Mrs. Weasley jumped up and opened the window. The owls fluttered down to the table and deposited letters into people's laps. A tawny owl dumped a package and a letter into Harry's lap before departing through the open window again.
Harry reconized the package to be from Hagrid, the school gamekeeper and teacher of Care of Magical Creatures. He tore the wrapping off the present. Hagrid had sent some of his tooth-breaking Rock Cakes. Harry set these aside and opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter, It read.
You will catch the train at Platform 9 and 3/4 on September the 1st.
Below is a list of books you need for the sixth year.
A standard Book of Spells Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk.
An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration, by Tomson Bossen
How to protect yourself when the worst is coming, by Roswen Keich
An Advanced guide to Divination, By Sybil Trelawney
Professor M. McGonnagal
Harry glanced at the last name of the book list. Sybil Trelawney. Professor Trelawney was his Divination teacher and he found her to be very annoying (she kept on predicting Harry's death, Harry thought that she should get togeather with Voldemort sometime.)
"Why does Trelawney have a book on the book list?" Ron asked.
"Does she?" Asked Hermione, looking up from her book list, which was much longer than both of theirs.
"Yeah," Harry said. "I bet she's just being her usual paranoid self when we arrive in her classroom. Only this time she'll probably be quoting the book."
"Hey," spoke up Mrs. Weasley. "Why don't you three go to Diagon Alley today and get your school supplies."
"Fine," said Ron, "We'll leave after breakfast." Harry however was thinking something different. He was thinking about the person who was supposed to be watching him at Diagon Alley. Would the person be there today? Harry would just have to be on his gaurd.
"Ron, Hermione, can I speak with you for a moment?" Harry asked, getting up from the table and putting his plate near the sink.
"Sure," said Hermione, who had heard Harry this anxious many times before, she knew never to ignore it.
The three of them retreated to Ron's room.
"What's up Harry?" Ron asked.
"Okay, first of all. I think one of Voldemort's spies, either Malfoy or Nott, are going to be at Diagon Alley. Don't worry, from what I know is that he or she is just watching." Harry said. "So I reccomend that we keep our eyes out for anyone."
"I don't know," Ron said, "Maybe we shouldn't go now."
"No," Harry said, "We can go. But let's bring our wands, just in case." The three of them went to their trunks to get their wands.
"Okay Mom!" Ron shouted, "We're leaving!" "Be Careful!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "Don't talk to any wizards or witches you don't know!"
Harry, Hermione and Ron walked to the fireplace. Ron took a flower pot down from the mantle piece. Each of them took a pinch of the Floo powder that was in the pot and threw it into the fire. The fire turned bright green. Harry stepped into the fire and shouted "Diagon Alley!"
All of a sudden Harry was zooming past wizarding fireplaces at enormous speed; He closed his eyes so that he wouldn't be sick. He felt himself slowing down and he threw out his arms so he wouldn't fall face first out of the fireplace. He opened his eyes and he found himself in a small pub. He stooped so he could get out of the fireplace. He dusted the soot off of his clothes and stepped out of the way so Hermione could come through.
When all three of them had come through the fireplace they looked around the room. Tom the Bartender waved merrily at Harry.
They went out the back door and went up to the garbage cans. Harry took out his wand and tapped the third block from the top adn second block to the left. A portal opened and they were suddenly standing in front of Diagon Alley. When they walked into the winding alley the door behind them closed back into a solid brick wall.
The first place that they stopped was Gringotts, the wizard bank. After Ron and Harry got a little money from their vaults (Hermione exchanged Muggle money at the counter), they went down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.
To their left was cauldrons and wands, to their left was potion making ingrediants and broomsticks. Hermione had to practicully drag Harry and Ron away from Quality Quidditch Supplies, so they could go get books.
The enormous selecion at Flourish and Blotts was magnificent. There were tiny books, enormous books, and spell books in every subject you could imagine. Hermione went to get the manager to help her find her enormous list of books. Harry and Ron wandered around the room, occasionally picking up a book and leafing through it. When they got all of their books they were standing at the cash register to pay, when Harry noticed someone out of the corner of his eye.
"Hermione," Harry whispered, "Is that man staring at us?" Hermione turned her head and looked out the window and stared around.
"What man?" Hermione asked.
"That man, across the street at the Ice Cream shop." Hermione glanced at the man.
"The one in the dark green cloak?"
"That's the one."
"Yeah, he's staring at us."
Harry cursed under his breath.
"Okay, here's the plan guys," Harry said slowly to Ron and Hermione. "When we leave Flourish and Blotts we act as if we don't know he's here. We pretend we didn't see him. Maybe he isn't a Death Eater after all."
"Have a nice day," Said the manager, handing them their parcels. As they walked out of the shop the man in the Dark Green cloak stood up.
"Remember, we don't know he's there," Harry said. The man was following them.
"Speed up a little bit." Harry said.
As they walked faster, so did the man. When they turned a corner Harry glanced behind him. The man was drawing a wand.
"I think we should run!" Harry said. The three of them bolted down the allyway. The man started to jog after them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran as fast as they could. They heard the man mutter something under his breath. A spell shot from behind them, almost hitting Hermione in the head. She screamed and stopped running. Harry and Ron grabbed her hands and pulled her into Quality Quidditch Supplies. They spun around once they were in Quality Quidditch Supplies only to see... nothing. The man had disapeered.
"That was wierd," Ron said. "Well as long as we're here..." Ron went down one of the isles.
"We just almost got killed and all he can think of is broomsticks," Hermione said disgustedly.
Harry however was looking at someting else. He was looking at the Daily Prophet.
The Headline read: AZKABAN BROKEN OPEN! HUNDREDS OF PRISONERS ESCAPED! SEVERAL DEATH EATERS ON THE LOOSE! DARK LORD IS SUSPECTED! Below was a picture. It was of Azkaban, it was burning, and through the billlowing clouds of smoke was the Dark Mark, imprinted in the sky.