Chapter 10- The Leaky Cauldron
Peter Pettigrew sat in a chair in a small, dully lit room waiting. He wept silently and shook with fear. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of his chair.
"Didn't I tell you not to get caught?"
Pettigrew crawled off the chair and onto the floor in front of his master. "Welcome back my lord," he muttered
"Tell me what went wrong!" He growled "I had the perfect plan for you to capture Potter, yet he isn't here, is he?"
Pettigrew didn't reply, so Voldemort pulled out his wand. He pointed it down at Pettigrew.
"I really would try and come up with a good excuse, unless of course you don't mind losing another finger."
"Sorry my lord," said Pettigrew, wiping his eyes and composing himself. "It all went according to plan. Except for this girl."
"Who was this girl?"
"I don't know."
"Well how did she foil my plans?"
"I had the wand, but she stole it. I was unarmed, so I fled."
"Once again, you've failed me."
"I'm so sorry my lord," replied Pettigrew, resuming his weeping.
"You know what I do to those who fail me."
"Please my lord, no!" he wimpered
Voldemort pulled out his wand. "CRUCIO!"
There was a flash of light and Pettigrew screamed. The torture continued for another few minutes and then Voldemort lowered the wand.
"Never fail me again Wormtail."
"Yes my lord." Pettigrew said between sobs.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pressing appointment in Bristol."
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As soon as Lindsey walked into the Leaky Cauldron, she knew that it was no ordinary English pub.
"Harry, are these wizards?" He smiled
"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. World famous this place is."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Well at least among wizards. Muggles can't even see it."
"So that explains why everyone thought I was seeing things!"
"Yeah, are you thirsty?"
"Oh yeah, very."
"TOM!" Harry called. The bartender walked over with a big smile on his face.
"Harry! Good to see ya mate! What'll you and your friend be havin?"
"Do you have any butterbeer?" asked Harry anxiously.
"Of course! And what for you miss?" he asked Lindsey.
"Is there water?"
"Of course, I'll have those out in a moment." Tom walked off. Lindsey watched him and then she noticed that some of the other bar patrons were looking at their table and whispering.
"Harry, why are all these people looking at us?"
"Um, they know me."
"How do they know you?"
"Long story."
"We have time."
"Well do you see my scar?"
"Yes..."
"Okay, well once there was this really really bad wizard. So bad that most wizards don't even say his name."
"Do you know it?" Harry nodded. "Tell me!"
"Okay, his name was Voldemort," whispered Harry.
"Voldemort?" Lindsey repeated, a little loudly. Several people jumped, and one even let out a little shriek. "Sorry," Lindsey whispered.
"See what I mean? People are still scared?" At the moment, Tom came back with the drinks.
"Harry, I don't know if you keep up with the wizarding news, but you really shouldn't say that name, now especially."
"Why now especially?"
"Bad things, two deaths in the past week. Though the Ministry is still denying that there were Dark Marks involved."
"Two?" Gasped Harry.
"Yes, the Daily Prophet is over there if you would like to read about it."
"Thanks Tom," said Harry. Tom wandered back off to help other customers. Then Harry got up, grabbed a paper, and brought it back over. He read the story out loud.
"Second Wizard Dies this Week
A second person, 26 year-old Jeremiah Yeats, was found dead this week in Bristol.
'I urge everyone to stay calm,' said Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. 'There is no proof saying that the two murders this week are related.'
Yeats, a Bristol Books employee, seems to have been killed by the Unforgivable Avada Kedarva curse"
Harry stopped reading. He looked at the picture. Ministry workers were running around trying to figure out what had happened. Then he saw the body being carried out of the house. A woman carrying a little boy followed the body, weeping. Harry felt a stab of jealously. That little boy at least still had his mother. Harry wasn't so lucky.
Lindsey meahwhile just sat there. She knew that she should be feeling bad for this person, but all she could think about was this Voldemort. Somehow, the name was familiar to her. Like she had known him as a little girl or something. But that was ridiculous, how would she know a feared murderer? She dismissed the thought.
"Harry, where were you supposed to meet your friends?"
"Oi! I almost forgot about them. We didn't actually pick an exact spot." He looked around, saw Tom, and called him over.
"Yes Harry?"
"Have you seen any of the Weasley's around here today?"
"Why yes, one of the younger ones was in here right before you came. But he went back to Diagon Alley."
"Brilliant, thanks Tom"
"Any time."
Harry stood up and Lindsey followed as he walked out the back doors. Lindsey found herself in a small brick enclosure with only a trashcan as decoration. Harry whipped out his wand and started tapping bricks. He tapped what appeared to be the last one and stood back. Suddenly, the bricks began rearranging themselves and moved until they became a archway. Lindsey gaped at the scene before her. Harry also was looking very exciting.
"Where are we?" Asked Lindsey.
"Diagon Alley. Wizard place."
"Excellent."
"Yeah, here, Freida's Fried Foods. We can eat here at wait for my friends." They sat down at an outside table and ordered food.
"I'm going to go wash my hands, I'll be back." Lindsey walked off and found the bathroom. She walked in and immediatley heard noises from the lone stall in the cramped bathroom. There appeared to be two people having a bit of fun in there. Since they clearly hadn't noticed Lindsey, Lindsey decided to just wash her hands and ignore them.
"Ron, don't you think we should go find him?"
"He can wait." Lindsey mentally groaned as the giggling continued.
Lindsey was just drying her hands when the door of the stall flew open and smacked her into the sink.
"OUCH!!!" She cried. The two people from the bathroom looked a little guilty but only muttered sorry.
"Well next time take your little love fest somewhere else!!"
"Geez calm down," said the red-headed boy. The other girl, with bushy brown hair, nodded her hair towards the door and they ran off.
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Peter Pettigrew sat in a chair in a small, dully lit room waiting. He wept silently and shook with fear. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of his chair.
"Didn't I tell you not to get caught?"
Pettigrew crawled off the chair and onto the floor in front of his master. "Welcome back my lord," he muttered
"Tell me what went wrong!" He growled "I had the perfect plan for you to capture Potter, yet he isn't here, is he?"
Pettigrew didn't reply, so Voldemort pulled out his wand. He pointed it down at Pettigrew.
"I really would try and come up with a good excuse, unless of course you don't mind losing another finger."
"Sorry my lord," said Pettigrew, wiping his eyes and composing himself. "It all went according to plan. Except for this girl."
"Who was this girl?"
"I don't know."
"Well how did she foil my plans?"
"I had the wand, but she stole it. I was unarmed, so I fled."
"Once again, you've failed me."
"I'm so sorry my lord," replied Pettigrew, resuming his weeping.
"You know what I do to those who fail me."
"Please my lord, no!" he wimpered
Voldemort pulled out his wand. "CRUCIO!"
There was a flash of light and Pettigrew screamed. The torture continued for another few minutes and then Voldemort lowered the wand.
"Never fail me again Wormtail."
"Yes my lord." Pettigrew said between sobs.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pressing appointment in Bristol."
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As soon as Lindsey walked into the Leaky Cauldron, she knew that it was no ordinary English pub.
"Harry, are these wizards?" He smiled
"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. World famous this place is."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Well at least among wizards. Muggles can't even see it."
"So that explains why everyone thought I was seeing things!"
"Yeah, are you thirsty?"
"Oh yeah, very."
"TOM!" Harry called. The bartender walked over with a big smile on his face.
"Harry! Good to see ya mate! What'll you and your friend be havin?"
"Do you have any butterbeer?" asked Harry anxiously.
"Of course! And what for you miss?" he asked Lindsey.
"Is there water?"
"Of course, I'll have those out in a moment." Tom walked off. Lindsey watched him and then she noticed that some of the other bar patrons were looking at their table and whispering.
"Harry, why are all these people looking at us?"
"Um, they know me."
"How do they know you?"
"Long story."
"We have time."
"Well do you see my scar?"
"Yes..."
"Okay, well once there was this really really bad wizard. So bad that most wizards don't even say his name."
"Do you know it?" Harry nodded. "Tell me!"
"Okay, his name was Voldemort," whispered Harry.
"Voldemort?" Lindsey repeated, a little loudly. Several people jumped, and one even let out a little shriek. "Sorry," Lindsey whispered.
"See what I mean? People are still scared?" At the moment, Tom came back with the drinks.
"Harry, I don't know if you keep up with the wizarding news, but you really shouldn't say that name, now especially."
"Why now especially?"
"Bad things, two deaths in the past week. Though the Ministry is still denying that there were Dark Marks involved."
"Two?" Gasped Harry.
"Yes, the Daily Prophet is over there if you would like to read about it."
"Thanks Tom," said Harry. Tom wandered back off to help other customers. Then Harry got up, grabbed a paper, and brought it back over. He read the story out loud.
"Second Wizard Dies this Week
A second person, 26 year-old Jeremiah Yeats, was found dead this week in Bristol.
'I urge everyone to stay calm,' said Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. 'There is no proof saying that the two murders this week are related.'
Yeats, a Bristol Books employee, seems to have been killed by the Unforgivable Avada Kedarva curse"
Harry stopped reading. He looked at the picture. Ministry workers were running around trying to figure out what had happened. Then he saw the body being carried out of the house. A woman carrying a little boy followed the body, weeping. Harry felt a stab of jealously. That little boy at least still had his mother. Harry wasn't so lucky.
Lindsey meahwhile just sat there. She knew that she should be feeling bad for this person, but all she could think about was this Voldemort. Somehow, the name was familiar to her. Like she had known him as a little girl or something. But that was ridiculous, how would she know a feared murderer? She dismissed the thought.
"Harry, where were you supposed to meet your friends?"
"Oi! I almost forgot about them. We didn't actually pick an exact spot." He looked around, saw Tom, and called him over.
"Yes Harry?"
"Have you seen any of the Weasley's around here today?"
"Why yes, one of the younger ones was in here right before you came. But he went back to Diagon Alley."
"Brilliant, thanks Tom"
"Any time."
Harry stood up and Lindsey followed as he walked out the back doors. Lindsey found herself in a small brick enclosure with only a trashcan as decoration. Harry whipped out his wand and started tapping bricks. He tapped what appeared to be the last one and stood back. Suddenly, the bricks began rearranging themselves and moved until they became a archway. Lindsey gaped at the scene before her. Harry also was looking very exciting.
"Where are we?" Asked Lindsey.
"Diagon Alley. Wizard place."
"Excellent."
"Yeah, here, Freida's Fried Foods. We can eat here at wait for my friends." They sat down at an outside table and ordered food.
"I'm going to go wash my hands, I'll be back." Lindsey walked off and found the bathroom. She walked in and immediatley heard noises from the lone stall in the cramped bathroom. There appeared to be two people having a bit of fun in there. Since they clearly hadn't noticed Lindsey, Lindsey decided to just wash her hands and ignore them.
"Ron, don't you think we should go find him?"
"He can wait." Lindsey mentally groaned as the giggling continued.
Lindsey was just drying her hands when the door of the stall flew open and smacked her into the sink.
"OUCH!!!" She cried. The two people from the bathroom looked a little guilty but only muttered sorry.
"Well next time take your little love fest somewhere else!!"
"Geez calm down," said the red-headed boy. The other girl, with bushy brown hair, nodded her hair towards the door and they ran off.
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