Author's Note: I have a feeling that Part 2 won't be that good. : sweat
drop: Well, PLEASE don't let what I just said intimidate you from reading
it!!! Heh.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the idea of the story is mine. It all belongs to the great HP author, JK Rowling and the people at Warner Bros.
Chapter 3~ Borgin and Burkes
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Cho ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wake up!" My mom knocked on my bedroom door. "Come now, Cho! We have to get an early start at Diagon Alley! I don't want to get caught in the crowds!"
"Why are we going there? Can't I stay?" I moaned.
"No, you can't stay! We're going for last minute Christmas shopping!" My mom gave one last hard knock on my door and I heard her walk back down the stairs.
Last minute Christmas shopping. I didn't really want to go, but I didn't even start to buy presents. I looked at my clock. 8:07 am. I yawned, stretched and got out of bed.
"Cho, are you up yet? Come on now!" My mom knocked on my door again.
"I'm out of bed!" I called back.
"Okay." She went back downstairs.
I went across the hallway and into the bathroom to shower. About fifteen minutes later, I came out and got dressed into a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a red, V-neck ¾ shirt, black converse shoes, and a black cloak. Then I brushed my hair into a high ponytail. I rarely do my hair that way.
"Are you ready, Cho?" My mom asked moments later.
"Yeah." I grabbed some money off of my desk, shoved it into my pocked and met my mom downstairs.
"Your father and May are off to London, so they won't be joining us right now." She said. Then we were off to Diagon Alley.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My father dragged me out of bed at 9:00 this morning. He didn't tell me why he woke me up. Since we had that argument at dinner last night, I didn't complain about it. I ate my breakfast still half asleep. The spoon staggered in my hand because I didn't have a good grip on it. I couldn't sleep that well last night. I stayed up, angry with my father and thought about the arranged marriage. Cho would probably get so upset that she'd hate me. I hope not.
"Draco!" My father bellowed. "Hurry up! I've got important things to do!"
"Where are we going?" I asked.
My father heaved an annoyed sigh. "If you must know, we're going to have a visit with Mr. Borgin. I want to show him something."
I went back to eating. Going to Knockturn Alley won't be so bad. Maybe I could get my father to buy that Hand of Glory thing. Right after I finished eating and got dressed, my father and I were off.
We entered the dark Borgin and Burkes store. My father went up to the front desk and rang the bell while I had a look around. I was looking for the Hand of Glory.
"Ah, here again, Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Borgin said as he came out of the back room.
"Yes. I've here something I want to sell."
I stopped listening to their conversation. There was a huge jar of shrunken heads that interested me. The heads had different expressions on: scared, sad, happy, dumbfounded, serious; it was all brilliant. Most of the shrunken heads I've seen had the same look.
Mr. Borgin looked over at me and said, "Those heads came from an old Aztec city in South America. They froze the people who had different expressions with a special and powerful spell. Then, they simply did the same procedure they usually do to shrink the heads."
I lifted an eyebrow in awe. That'd be great fun to do to Potter.
Mr. Borgin went back to his conversation with my father and I carried on to look for the Hand of Glory.
After about ten minutes looking in full shelves throughout the store, I was about to give up when I found it. It stood on its cushion, hidden behind a deformed skull.
"Ah, young Malfoy," Mr. Borgin once again side tracked from his conversation to speak with me.
"You still take interest in the Hand of Glory I see."
I nodded and said, "Father, can."
"No, Draco." He snapped before I could even finish.
I sighed, disappointed. Maybe I shouldn't ask him for anything right now. I can tell he's still angry with me for saying Pansy was just a friend and that I didn't love her.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley." I called, walking to the door.
"Alright, we'll meet up in an hour at the Leaky Cauldron. Don't be late. Is that understood?" My father said.
I nodded and walked out of the store, through the dark stone stairs, and up into Diagon Alley.
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Author's Note: You're not intimidated, are you? Yeah, this chapter has like, nothing to do with my plot. I just wrote what came into my head. Hehe. Please r/r!
Disclaimer: Nothing but the idea of the story is mine. It all belongs to the great HP author, JK Rowling and the people at Warner Bros.
Chapter 3~ Borgin and Burkes
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Cho ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wake up!" My mom knocked on my bedroom door. "Come now, Cho! We have to get an early start at Diagon Alley! I don't want to get caught in the crowds!"
"Why are we going there? Can't I stay?" I moaned.
"No, you can't stay! We're going for last minute Christmas shopping!" My mom gave one last hard knock on my door and I heard her walk back down the stairs.
Last minute Christmas shopping. I didn't really want to go, but I didn't even start to buy presents. I looked at my clock. 8:07 am. I yawned, stretched and got out of bed.
"Cho, are you up yet? Come on now!" My mom knocked on my door again.
"I'm out of bed!" I called back.
"Okay." She went back downstairs.
I went across the hallway and into the bathroom to shower. About fifteen minutes later, I came out and got dressed into a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a red, V-neck ¾ shirt, black converse shoes, and a black cloak. Then I brushed my hair into a high ponytail. I rarely do my hair that way.
"Are you ready, Cho?" My mom asked moments later.
"Yeah." I grabbed some money off of my desk, shoved it into my pocked and met my mom downstairs.
"Your father and May are off to London, so they won't be joining us right now." She said. Then we were off to Diagon Alley.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My father dragged me out of bed at 9:00 this morning. He didn't tell me why he woke me up. Since we had that argument at dinner last night, I didn't complain about it. I ate my breakfast still half asleep. The spoon staggered in my hand because I didn't have a good grip on it. I couldn't sleep that well last night. I stayed up, angry with my father and thought about the arranged marriage. Cho would probably get so upset that she'd hate me. I hope not.
"Draco!" My father bellowed. "Hurry up! I've got important things to do!"
"Where are we going?" I asked.
My father heaved an annoyed sigh. "If you must know, we're going to have a visit with Mr. Borgin. I want to show him something."
I went back to eating. Going to Knockturn Alley won't be so bad. Maybe I could get my father to buy that Hand of Glory thing. Right after I finished eating and got dressed, my father and I were off.
We entered the dark Borgin and Burkes store. My father went up to the front desk and rang the bell while I had a look around. I was looking for the Hand of Glory.
"Ah, here again, Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Borgin said as he came out of the back room.
"Yes. I've here something I want to sell."
I stopped listening to their conversation. There was a huge jar of shrunken heads that interested me. The heads had different expressions on: scared, sad, happy, dumbfounded, serious; it was all brilliant. Most of the shrunken heads I've seen had the same look.
Mr. Borgin looked over at me and said, "Those heads came from an old Aztec city in South America. They froze the people who had different expressions with a special and powerful spell. Then, they simply did the same procedure they usually do to shrink the heads."
I lifted an eyebrow in awe. That'd be great fun to do to Potter.
Mr. Borgin went back to his conversation with my father and I carried on to look for the Hand of Glory.
After about ten minutes looking in full shelves throughout the store, I was about to give up when I found it. It stood on its cushion, hidden behind a deformed skull.
"Ah, young Malfoy," Mr. Borgin once again side tracked from his conversation to speak with me.
"You still take interest in the Hand of Glory I see."
I nodded and said, "Father, can."
"No, Draco." He snapped before I could even finish.
I sighed, disappointed. Maybe I shouldn't ask him for anything right now. I can tell he's still angry with me for saying Pansy was just a friend and that I didn't love her.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley." I called, walking to the door.
"Alright, we'll meet up in an hour at the Leaky Cauldron. Don't be late. Is that understood?" My father said.
I nodded and walked out of the store, through the dark stone stairs, and up into Diagon Alley.
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Author's Note: You're not intimidated, are you? Yeah, this chapter has like, nothing to do with my plot. I just wrote what came into my head. Hehe. Please r/r!