Chapter 4
Alyson sat silently in the old red leather booth of the dingy pub, the two men she'd met earlier, which she now knew to be called Harry and Ron had insisted they buy her a drink and discuss the story with her. She'd agreed, maybe she could get some more information out of them.
Ron returned carrying two drinks, handing her hers as he slipped into the booth, opposite her. When she noticed Harry was no where to be seen she asked, "Where's Harry?"
"He had to go home," Ron answered simply, then at Alyson's amused look he continued, "His wife's heavily pregnant with their first child."
"Oh, you don't mind him leaving you alone on the job?" She said with a smile. Ron laughed and smiled something he hadn't done in a long time. "Well I do, but his wife's also my baby sister and I don't want to suffer her wrath."
Alyson started laughing too then took a small sip of her drink, "Okay so down to business." She watched him expectantly, he was going to have to start offering her information or she was leaving. She'd already exposed to many of her theories and discoveries to him.
"Right, me and Harry have a proposition for you. We want you to work with us." Ron said in a matter of fact way. Alyson looked up startled then shook her head immediately; that was out of the question. "I work alone, but I'm willing to swap information." She said softly, but stopped when she saw his expression.
Ron put his drink down, he needed to convince her to do this, "No, it's all or nothing." Alyson studied his face intently, something didn't add up here. She was missing an important aspect of his involvement with the case. "Why are you so interested in this story?" Alyson asked softly leaning across the table, waiting eagerly for his reply.
Ron sighed and looked away at the crowd of wizards and witches that where mulling around the Leaky Cauldron for a few seconds, when he looked back at her Alyson was shocked to see deep pain in his blue eyes. "One of the victims, one that occurred about a year ago, that I don't think you don't know about yet.was my wife."
Alyson froze she hadn't expected that, "I'm really sorry."
He shrugged it off, obviously it was still too painful for him to talk about and he definitely didn't want to talk to a total stranger either. "The thing is, I can tell you want answers, not the glory of getting the scoop, am I right?" Alyson nodded, "That's what I want, answers on what really happened to my wife."
She rose an eyebrow, "What makes you think we can find them?" Now Ron also leaned forward, so that their faces were only a few inches apart, "I know what happened to the others, I know who was responsible." He sat back, enjoying the stunned expression on her face.
Alyson's eyes widened in shock, "What!?! Who is it? How do you know?" He shook his head; "Will you work with us?"
Alyson starred at him for a moment, he had to be bluffing, if he really knew, surely he wouldn't need her help? But something in his eyes told her he was sincere, nodding slowly she muttered, "I'm probably going to regret this but okay."
A smile broke out on Ron's face and Alyson couldn't help notice how good looking he was he smiled, he stood up suddenly, "Come on."
Drinks forgotten she began to slid out of the booth. "Where are we going?" She asked in surprise and confusion. "You'll see." He merely smiled at her before holding a hand out to help her up.
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Alyson looked around the area suspiciously, what kind of game is this? Ron had taken her through the pub and into the small alley behind the pub, looking around all she saw was a lot of old boxes and a crumbling brick wall, this was a dead end.
She watched as he slowly pulled from his pocket a long and narrow straight wooden stick, about nine inches long, he then proceeded to tap a few of the bricks in the crumbling wall. She was about to ask what he was playing at when a scrapping noise drew her attention back to the wall.
Alyson jumped backwards as the wall began to divide and open, the bricks rotated and moved apart showing a long and narrow street leading out. She stared open mouthed at the scene that appeared. A long road stretched out before her, oddly dressed people were scurrying in every direction, moving in and out of various different shops that were selling the strangest things.
After a few minutes of looking around in utter disbelief she asked, "W.what is this place?" Ron smiled and answered, "Diagon alley, come on." When she didn't move he gently took her by the hand and began to lead her through the crowds.
As Ron's hand connected with her own, Alyson let out a small gasp; heat flooded her palm, his hand was some how familiar.
Ron felt his pulse quicken at the touch of her hand, it was almost as if magic had just spread through his whole body, taking a deep breathe he steered her through the crowded street. He couldn't help but smile when she tried to pause and gaze in shop windows or watch some one perform a spell.
Alyson followed closely behind Ron, felling extremely out of place in her denim jeans and pale blue shirt. She watched in amazement, as a woman seemed to shrink a large bag of recently purchased clothes. If not for Ron guiding her she would have hit into something.
They stopped inside a building that Alyson assumed to be a library, there were thousands of book shelves which were crocked, leaning over the narrow aisle or in one case she swore she saw one move, and they were filled with books that looked as if they were hundreds if not thousands of years old. "Wait here." He told her as he pointed to a desk, then headed off.
Alyson sat down on one of the chairs and gazed around at the books, her fingers were itching to pick one up and read, to find out something about this strange world she had just been pulled into. Ron reappeared a few minutes later carrying a pile of what looked like news papers that was at least a foot tall. "What's that?"
"The daily prophet, you should read these." Seeing that he was in fact, serious about her reading through them, she hefted the pile towards her, then lifted the first paper off the top of the pile. A shriek could be heard around the library as the main picture began to move.
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These chapters are a little rough but I haven't looked over them in ages! I'm just posting now in the hope to get my muses back and start writing again. In the future, if I receive positive response I will probably neaten these up.
* For disclaimer see chapter 1/2
Alyson sat silently in the old red leather booth of the dingy pub, the two men she'd met earlier, which she now knew to be called Harry and Ron had insisted they buy her a drink and discuss the story with her. She'd agreed, maybe she could get some more information out of them.
Ron returned carrying two drinks, handing her hers as he slipped into the booth, opposite her. When she noticed Harry was no where to be seen she asked, "Where's Harry?"
"He had to go home," Ron answered simply, then at Alyson's amused look he continued, "His wife's heavily pregnant with their first child."
"Oh, you don't mind him leaving you alone on the job?" She said with a smile. Ron laughed and smiled something he hadn't done in a long time. "Well I do, but his wife's also my baby sister and I don't want to suffer her wrath."
Alyson started laughing too then took a small sip of her drink, "Okay so down to business." She watched him expectantly, he was going to have to start offering her information or she was leaving. She'd already exposed to many of her theories and discoveries to him.
"Right, me and Harry have a proposition for you. We want you to work with us." Ron said in a matter of fact way. Alyson looked up startled then shook her head immediately; that was out of the question. "I work alone, but I'm willing to swap information." She said softly, but stopped when she saw his expression.
Ron put his drink down, he needed to convince her to do this, "No, it's all or nothing." Alyson studied his face intently, something didn't add up here. She was missing an important aspect of his involvement with the case. "Why are you so interested in this story?" Alyson asked softly leaning across the table, waiting eagerly for his reply.
Ron sighed and looked away at the crowd of wizards and witches that where mulling around the Leaky Cauldron for a few seconds, when he looked back at her Alyson was shocked to see deep pain in his blue eyes. "One of the victims, one that occurred about a year ago, that I don't think you don't know about yet.was my wife."
Alyson froze she hadn't expected that, "I'm really sorry."
He shrugged it off, obviously it was still too painful for him to talk about and he definitely didn't want to talk to a total stranger either. "The thing is, I can tell you want answers, not the glory of getting the scoop, am I right?" Alyson nodded, "That's what I want, answers on what really happened to my wife."
She rose an eyebrow, "What makes you think we can find them?" Now Ron also leaned forward, so that their faces were only a few inches apart, "I know what happened to the others, I know who was responsible." He sat back, enjoying the stunned expression on her face.
Alyson's eyes widened in shock, "What!?! Who is it? How do you know?" He shook his head; "Will you work with us?"
Alyson starred at him for a moment, he had to be bluffing, if he really knew, surely he wouldn't need her help? But something in his eyes told her he was sincere, nodding slowly she muttered, "I'm probably going to regret this but okay."
A smile broke out on Ron's face and Alyson couldn't help notice how good looking he was he smiled, he stood up suddenly, "Come on."
Drinks forgotten she began to slid out of the booth. "Where are we going?" She asked in surprise and confusion. "You'll see." He merely smiled at her before holding a hand out to help her up.
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Alyson looked around the area suspiciously, what kind of game is this? Ron had taken her through the pub and into the small alley behind the pub, looking around all she saw was a lot of old boxes and a crumbling brick wall, this was a dead end.
She watched as he slowly pulled from his pocket a long and narrow straight wooden stick, about nine inches long, he then proceeded to tap a few of the bricks in the crumbling wall. She was about to ask what he was playing at when a scrapping noise drew her attention back to the wall.
Alyson jumped backwards as the wall began to divide and open, the bricks rotated and moved apart showing a long and narrow street leading out. She stared open mouthed at the scene that appeared. A long road stretched out before her, oddly dressed people were scurrying in every direction, moving in and out of various different shops that were selling the strangest things.
After a few minutes of looking around in utter disbelief she asked, "W.what is this place?" Ron smiled and answered, "Diagon alley, come on." When she didn't move he gently took her by the hand and began to lead her through the crowds.
As Ron's hand connected with her own, Alyson let out a small gasp; heat flooded her palm, his hand was some how familiar.
Ron felt his pulse quicken at the touch of her hand, it was almost as if magic had just spread through his whole body, taking a deep breathe he steered her through the crowded street. He couldn't help but smile when she tried to pause and gaze in shop windows or watch some one perform a spell.
Alyson followed closely behind Ron, felling extremely out of place in her denim jeans and pale blue shirt. She watched in amazement, as a woman seemed to shrink a large bag of recently purchased clothes. If not for Ron guiding her she would have hit into something.
They stopped inside a building that Alyson assumed to be a library, there were thousands of book shelves which were crocked, leaning over the narrow aisle or in one case she swore she saw one move, and they were filled with books that looked as if they were hundreds if not thousands of years old. "Wait here." He told her as he pointed to a desk, then headed off.
Alyson sat down on one of the chairs and gazed around at the books, her fingers were itching to pick one up and read, to find out something about this strange world she had just been pulled into. Ron reappeared a few minutes later carrying a pile of what looked like news papers that was at least a foot tall. "What's that?"
"The daily prophet, you should read these." Seeing that he was in fact, serious about her reading through them, she hefted the pile towards her, then lifted the first paper off the top of the pile. A shriek could be heard around the library as the main picture began to move.
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These chapters are a little rough but I haven't looked over them in ages! I'm just posting now in the hope to get my muses back and start writing again. In the future, if I receive positive response I will probably neaten these up.
* For disclaimer see chapter 1/2