1 The Magic Carpet Inn; Part Two
Harry had flown all morning, but now he was sitting under a tree, in a pile of snow, taking a rest from his breakneck flying. From under his traveling cloak, he pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet. He had stolen it from a very confused carrier owl. He unfolded the paper and started to choke when he saw his name in the headlines. He read the article with anger rushing through his veins.
In the article there was the letter he wrote to Molly Weasley and a quote for Dumbledore and other people at the party. There was nothing from Hermione or the other Weasleys. Harry checked to see who wrote the article and was glade it wasn't by Rita Skeeter.
Harry shoved the paper back into his cloak. He put the Invisibility Cloak back on and was off. He flew fast in a straight line, and every now and then he would pull up on the broom and soar to the sky and plunge back to the ground. He did this until he started to feel sick.
He hoped that he would reach a town before nightfall. Not because he wanted a place to sleep, but he was hungry. He hadn't eaten anything for three days. He flew over a hill and his jaw dropped. A very big and grand town covered in snow was at the foot of the hill. Harry could tell at once that it was a Wizarding town.
Harry landed in a deserted street. He dismounted his broom and took off his Invisibility Cloak. The cold wind got to him, and he shivered without his Invisibility Cloak on. He trudged up the street, looking for a place to get warm.
He saw a joke shop, so he went in and headed to the counter, where a kind- looking man was sitting behind it, smoking a pipe.
"Hello. I was wondering if you could tell me what town I'm in?" Harry said to the man behind the counter.
The man looked Harry up and down. "Aren't you a little young to be traveling on a broom by yourself?" he said, but he didn't pause for Harry to say anything. "Well, anyway, your in Durmstrang; the school is just over there on top of that hill," he pointed to the hill that Harry had flown over.
"Thanks." Harry couldn't believe he had flown so far. "Is there a cheap place that I could stay at?"
"Sure kid, The Magic Carpet Inn, that's a great place. It looks like it will cost you a fortune, but it won't. It's three buildings past this one, go left when you leave. You can't miss it."
"Thanks. I guess I'll look around for a while. One could always use a good joke." Harry walked up and down the rows of jokes looking at everything. They had some things that Zonko's Joke Shop back at Hogsmead had, but some of the things Harry could have never dreamed up. In the end, he decided not to buy anything.
Harry headed straight to the Magic Carpet Inn; he didn't want to be recognized as the runaway Harry Potter. Upon seeing the Magic Carpet Inn, Harry didn't think he could afford to stay there. It looked more like a castle then an inn. Harry walked closer to the building but couldn't get to close because a wide river separated the Inn's sweeping grounds and the road.
"How am I going to get there, unless I fly my broom?" Harry said to himself.
"And a mighty fine broom it is, boy. You must be a good flyer to have a broom like that or, a very spoiled kid. By the way, the name is Davey Gudgeon, and you are?" Said a rather tall man. He had on very rich robes lined with fur. He had a big scar on his face going form his nose to his ear.
"Er- I'm Neville Longbottom. I play seeker at school and everyone says I'm pretty good." Harry said; this wasn't the first time he has used Neville's name when he was trying to hide.
"Nah, your not Neville. He can't fly worth anything. I know who you are. Just because you use your bags to try and hide your forehead, doesn't mine we are blind, Harry Potter. Now come on and we'll get you a carpet so you can get to that Inn," said Gudgeon. He started down the road. "So Harry do you want to talk about why you ran away from the Weasley's?"
"Um, I don't want to be rude, but I don't want to talk about it," Harry said to Gudgeon. He wasn't really sure if he trusted this guy. Harry thought that he had heard his name before, but wasn't sure. They had just walked around a bend in the road and Harry saw that there was more to the Inn than you can first see.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Ahh, here we are. One carpet please, for the boy," said Gudgeon to an elfish-looking man. The elf-man pushed a button and a magic carpet came speeding towards Harry. The carpet stopped right next to him.
"There you are young Sir. Do not stand on the carpet when it is moving," said the elf men in a very high voice. Harry climbed onto the carpet and it took off with him hardly holding on. The carpet brought him once around the Inn and it proved to be bigger the Hogwarts.
The carpet stopped in front of a pair of heavy oak doors. Another elfish person was at the doors, and this elf looked to be a teenage girl. "Welcome to the Magic Carpet Inn. Please stay seated," she said. She pushed a button and the doors opened to allow Harry inside.
Harry sucked in his breath when he saw how lavish the Inn was decorated. The floor was covered in lush purple carpet with delicate silver and gold patterns. The walls were made of pure white marble with flecks of gold. Harry couldn't see how he could afford to stay in a place this grand. The carpet he was on brought him up to desk with another elf lady behind it.
"Hello. Are you looking for a room or are you here for the Bulgarian Quidditch tryouts?" said the elf lady.
"Er- both please," Harry's mind was racing who on the Bulgarian team was leaving. "Who's leaving the team?"
"No one, dear. They just need to start training some back-ups. Your room number is 138; the carpet will take you there. That will be five Galleon, three Sickles, and two Knuts," said the elf lady. Harry pulled out his money, paid, and he was off again.
The carpet folded so it had a back for Harry to lean against as the carpet shot straight up through a hole in the ceiling. It leveled off with the doors that were off the floor by at less twenty feet. The carpet sped down the hall, blurring the portraits on the walls. Then without waning the carpet stopped. It had refolded to catch Harry so he wouldn't fly off the front of the carpet.
Harry stood up on the carpet to open the door to room 138. When the carpet went through the door it caused Harry to lose his balance. He fell face first onto the carpet. When he looked up he saw that everything in the room was floating high above the floor. Although everything was floating in the room, nothing seemed to move. It was one of the nicest bedrooms that Harry had ever seen. Harry flew the carpet around the room. He looked out the windows and to his surprise he saw the Bulgarian Quidditch team practicing at the Quidditch pit. Harry watched for a while until a knock at the door brought him back to his senses.
"Come in," Harry said. The door opened and an elf with a food cart on a carpet came inside.
"Dinner time, dear. Take what you what," said the elf lady. Harry took a plate and filled it high with mashed potatoes, gravy, sausages, peas, and Yorkshire pudding. "Don't forget a drink and desserts, dear. If you're still hungry, the plates will refill themselves."
Harry set his dinner plate on the carpet and took another plate and put some treacle tarts on it. He also filled a glass with pumpkin juice.
The elf left and Harry went over to a table in the corner of the room. Once he had sat down he began to eat. The food was so good and he was so hungry. His plate of food didn't last long and he was glad to see it refill. He had fourth helpings on dinner before he started on his dessert. When he had finished he got into bed. He dropped of quickly into sleep.
Harry dreamt about being back at The Burrow. In his dream he wasn't himself, he was evil.
Harry pushed the door open and came into the bedroom. Someone stirred in one of the beds. Ginny Weasley set up in her bed and looked at Harry. She gave a muffled scream upon seeing him.
"What are you doing in here, Harry?" she asked him. Harry turned to look at her, when he fixed her in his gaze she screamed without trying to hide her fear. "What happened to you Harry?"
"If you don't stop making all that noise, Ginny," he pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. He continued to speak in a voice that wasn't his. It was low and snake like. "I'm going to have to curse you. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?" his eyes flashed, and Ginny started to scream again. "Stupefy!" he hissed. A stream of red light rushed at Ginny who was still screaming. As soon as it hit her she slumped back into her bed.
Harry turned his attention to the other bed in the room. "Hermione?" he hissed into her hair. "Hermione I told you not to tell them what happened. Hermione, wake up!" He brushed his hand over her face. She woke with a start, to find herself looking into Harry's red eyes. He leaned closer to her. "I told you not to tell them, didn't I, Hermione? I told you that nothing would happen to you if you kept your mouth shut, but you couldn't do that, could you Hermione? I also told you that if you told them I would hurt you, didn't I? Answer me Hermione!"
She nodded her head. "What happened to you Harry?"
"Shut up, Hermione. I didn't tell you to ask questions did I? No, I didn't think so!" He was twirling his wand between his fingers. A smile curled the corners of his mouth, but it wasn't a friendly one. He never broke his eye contact with Hermione. "Crucio!" he hissed in a deadly whisper.
Hermione let out a blood-curdling scream. Harry watched her as she folded in on herself. Far off he could hear a dog howling, but he didn't care, not now at least. He knew that dog would get what was coming for it soon enough. He stood there until he heard voices and rushing feet coming his way before he moved. He let the people pouring into the room catch a glimpse of him before fleeing.
Harry woke up with a yell. He was covered in sweat, and shaking. Hermione's screams still rung in his ears, but what he didn't know was miles away back at The Burrow, his dream was coming true.
Harry had flown all morning, but now he was sitting under a tree, in a pile of snow, taking a rest from his breakneck flying. From under his traveling cloak, he pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet. He had stolen it from a very confused carrier owl. He unfolded the paper and started to choke when he saw his name in the headlines. He read the article with anger rushing through his veins.
In the article there was the letter he wrote to Molly Weasley and a quote for Dumbledore and other people at the party. There was nothing from Hermione or the other Weasleys. Harry checked to see who wrote the article and was glade it wasn't by Rita Skeeter.
Harry shoved the paper back into his cloak. He put the Invisibility Cloak back on and was off. He flew fast in a straight line, and every now and then he would pull up on the broom and soar to the sky and plunge back to the ground. He did this until he started to feel sick.
He hoped that he would reach a town before nightfall. Not because he wanted a place to sleep, but he was hungry. He hadn't eaten anything for three days. He flew over a hill and his jaw dropped. A very big and grand town covered in snow was at the foot of the hill. Harry could tell at once that it was a Wizarding town.
Harry landed in a deserted street. He dismounted his broom and took off his Invisibility Cloak. The cold wind got to him, and he shivered without his Invisibility Cloak on. He trudged up the street, looking for a place to get warm.
He saw a joke shop, so he went in and headed to the counter, where a kind- looking man was sitting behind it, smoking a pipe.
"Hello. I was wondering if you could tell me what town I'm in?" Harry said to the man behind the counter.
The man looked Harry up and down. "Aren't you a little young to be traveling on a broom by yourself?" he said, but he didn't pause for Harry to say anything. "Well, anyway, your in Durmstrang; the school is just over there on top of that hill," he pointed to the hill that Harry had flown over.
"Thanks." Harry couldn't believe he had flown so far. "Is there a cheap place that I could stay at?"
"Sure kid, The Magic Carpet Inn, that's a great place. It looks like it will cost you a fortune, but it won't. It's three buildings past this one, go left when you leave. You can't miss it."
"Thanks. I guess I'll look around for a while. One could always use a good joke." Harry walked up and down the rows of jokes looking at everything. They had some things that Zonko's Joke Shop back at Hogsmead had, but some of the things Harry could have never dreamed up. In the end, he decided not to buy anything.
Harry headed straight to the Magic Carpet Inn; he didn't want to be recognized as the runaway Harry Potter. Upon seeing the Magic Carpet Inn, Harry didn't think he could afford to stay there. It looked more like a castle then an inn. Harry walked closer to the building but couldn't get to close because a wide river separated the Inn's sweeping grounds and the road.
"How am I going to get there, unless I fly my broom?" Harry said to himself.
"And a mighty fine broom it is, boy. You must be a good flyer to have a broom like that or, a very spoiled kid. By the way, the name is Davey Gudgeon, and you are?" Said a rather tall man. He had on very rich robes lined with fur. He had a big scar on his face going form his nose to his ear.
"Er- I'm Neville Longbottom. I play seeker at school and everyone says I'm pretty good." Harry said; this wasn't the first time he has used Neville's name when he was trying to hide.
"Nah, your not Neville. He can't fly worth anything. I know who you are. Just because you use your bags to try and hide your forehead, doesn't mine we are blind, Harry Potter. Now come on and we'll get you a carpet so you can get to that Inn," said Gudgeon. He started down the road. "So Harry do you want to talk about why you ran away from the Weasley's?"
"Um, I don't want to be rude, but I don't want to talk about it," Harry said to Gudgeon. He wasn't really sure if he trusted this guy. Harry thought that he had heard his name before, but wasn't sure. They had just walked around a bend in the road and Harry saw that there was more to the Inn than you can first see.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Ahh, here we are. One carpet please, for the boy," said Gudgeon to an elfish-looking man. The elf-man pushed a button and a magic carpet came speeding towards Harry. The carpet stopped right next to him.
"There you are young Sir. Do not stand on the carpet when it is moving," said the elf men in a very high voice. Harry climbed onto the carpet and it took off with him hardly holding on. The carpet brought him once around the Inn and it proved to be bigger the Hogwarts.
The carpet stopped in front of a pair of heavy oak doors. Another elfish person was at the doors, and this elf looked to be a teenage girl. "Welcome to the Magic Carpet Inn. Please stay seated," she said. She pushed a button and the doors opened to allow Harry inside.
Harry sucked in his breath when he saw how lavish the Inn was decorated. The floor was covered in lush purple carpet with delicate silver and gold patterns. The walls were made of pure white marble with flecks of gold. Harry couldn't see how he could afford to stay in a place this grand. The carpet he was on brought him up to desk with another elf lady behind it.
"Hello. Are you looking for a room or are you here for the Bulgarian Quidditch tryouts?" said the elf lady.
"Er- both please," Harry's mind was racing who on the Bulgarian team was leaving. "Who's leaving the team?"
"No one, dear. They just need to start training some back-ups. Your room number is 138; the carpet will take you there. That will be five Galleon, three Sickles, and two Knuts," said the elf lady. Harry pulled out his money, paid, and he was off again.
The carpet folded so it had a back for Harry to lean against as the carpet shot straight up through a hole in the ceiling. It leveled off with the doors that were off the floor by at less twenty feet. The carpet sped down the hall, blurring the portraits on the walls. Then without waning the carpet stopped. It had refolded to catch Harry so he wouldn't fly off the front of the carpet.
Harry stood up on the carpet to open the door to room 138. When the carpet went through the door it caused Harry to lose his balance. He fell face first onto the carpet. When he looked up he saw that everything in the room was floating high above the floor. Although everything was floating in the room, nothing seemed to move. It was one of the nicest bedrooms that Harry had ever seen. Harry flew the carpet around the room. He looked out the windows and to his surprise he saw the Bulgarian Quidditch team practicing at the Quidditch pit. Harry watched for a while until a knock at the door brought him back to his senses.
"Come in," Harry said. The door opened and an elf with a food cart on a carpet came inside.
"Dinner time, dear. Take what you what," said the elf lady. Harry took a plate and filled it high with mashed potatoes, gravy, sausages, peas, and Yorkshire pudding. "Don't forget a drink and desserts, dear. If you're still hungry, the plates will refill themselves."
Harry set his dinner plate on the carpet and took another plate and put some treacle tarts on it. He also filled a glass with pumpkin juice.
The elf left and Harry went over to a table in the corner of the room. Once he had sat down he began to eat. The food was so good and he was so hungry. His plate of food didn't last long and he was glad to see it refill. He had fourth helpings on dinner before he started on his dessert. When he had finished he got into bed. He dropped of quickly into sleep.
Harry dreamt about being back at The Burrow. In his dream he wasn't himself, he was evil.
Harry pushed the door open and came into the bedroom. Someone stirred in one of the beds. Ginny Weasley set up in her bed and looked at Harry. She gave a muffled scream upon seeing him.
"What are you doing in here, Harry?" she asked him. Harry turned to look at her, when he fixed her in his gaze she screamed without trying to hide her fear. "What happened to you Harry?"
"If you don't stop making all that noise, Ginny," he pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. He continued to speak in a voice that wasn't his. It was low and snake like. "I'm going to have to curse you. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?" his eyes flashed, and Ginny started to scream again. "Stupefy!" he hissed. A stream of red light rushed at Ginny who was still screaming. As soon as it hit her she slumped back into her bed.
Harry turned his attention to the other bed in the room. "Hermione?" he hissed into her hair. "Hermione I told you not to tell them what happened. Hermione, wake up!" He brushed his hand over her face. She woke with a start, to find herself looking into Harry's red eyes. He leaned closer to her. "I told you not to tell them, didn't I, Hermione? I told you that nothing would happen to you if you kept your mouth shut, but you couldn't do that, could you Hermione? I also told you that if you told them I would hurt you, didn't I? Answer me Hermione!"
She nodded her head. "What happened to you Harry?"
"Shut up, Hermione. I didn't tell you to ask questions did I? No, I didn't think so!" He was twirling his wand between his fingers. A smile curled the corners of his mouth, but it wasn't a friendly one. He never broke his eye contact with Hermione. "Crucio!" he hissed in a deadly whisper.
Hermione let out a blood-curdling scream. Harry watched her as she folded in on herself. Far off he could hear a dog howling, but he didn't care, not now at least. He knew that dog would get what was coming for it soon enough. He stood there until he heard voices and rushing feet coming his way before he moved. He let the people pouring into the room catch a glimpse of him before fleeing.
Harry woke up with a yell. He was covered in sweat, and shaking. Hermione's screams still rung in his ears, but what he didn't know was miles away back at The Burrow, his dream was coming true.
