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Chapter 3 : Three hours for a book

London, 2005 – Diagon Alley – Flourish and Botts

It was very early in the morning. In Diagon Alley, the shops weren't even open. But there was a huge crowd in front of the bookstore. Harry tried to find himself a way through it. He could hear the chatting, they were all talking about the same thing.

'I don't believe it's today! I've been waiting for it since almost one year! '

'Me too! Actually, since I've finished the last one'

'I hope it'll be even better than the three other ones. But I don't know if it is possible, still'

Harry wondered why he was there, struggling and waiting for the shop to open. Well, he  knew why he was there. Ginny had asked him to buy her some books, since the doctor had said her to stay in bed until the birth. It was three weeks ago. Ginny wasn't fond of books, but she couldn't do a lot of things all day in her bed, so she had read their whole library (which was quite poor, he had to admit it) in one week. The second one, she had busied herself with reading women magazines, but it quickly bothered her. So she had asked him to find her something before going to his work to the ministry, this morning.

But the thing he didn't understand was this crowd. Suddenly the shop opened, and people began to shriek. Everyone was trying to be the fisrt one in the store. Harry coudn't stand it anymore, and tapped on an old witch's shoulder.

'Excuse me M'am, but what's happening here?'

The old woman frown at him.

'Nice try, my boy! But I won't let you pass!' and with that, she hit him whith her umbrella. 'You'll have to wait ! Haaa those young people! They always want to pass before everyone else!' and she managed to approach the door. Harry stood with a look of disbelief.

Are those people gone mad? he wondered.

'Hey! Harry! Didn't think I'll see you here!' Harry looked up. It was Lavender, she owned a little restaurant near the ministry.

'Hey Lav'. Maybe you could explain me what does all this fury means'

'Are you kidding? The new Black Quill release is today!'

Harry gave her a quizzical look. 'What do you mean by 'Black Quill''?

'You don't know her?' she asked in disbelief. 'But Harry...the papers are talking about her since her fisrt book, three years and half ago!'

'Well errr....I'm not fond of books, you see...So this Black Quill is an author?'

'She's not an author, Harry. She's the author of the new century in the wizarding world. His first book has been sold three times more than Hogwart's : an history, and even you know this last one had been a bestseller for ages.'

Harry felt a little stupid not knowing what seem everyone knew.

'Ok, ok, calm down, Lav. What sort are these books? Do you think Gin will love one ?'

'Oh Harry, she'll love it! I don't know anyone who didn't like these books!' She seemd to search for her words. 'I don't know how to explain what sort of books it is... It's a mix beetween different styles...detective novel, romance, adventure...'she trailed off. 'I'm sorry Harry, but I must go if I want one of these. I don't want to waste three hours of waiting' and she left in a hurry, and went into the shop.

Merlin ! Three hours ! For a book!  Herm would have love all this... To think of Hermione made his heart wince a little. She disappeard four years ago and he never had any news of her.

Now, now, it isn't time for sad memories. I've got to buy some books quickly, or I'll be late. He picked the first two books he saw and go to pay for it. The old man who owned the store glanced at him with a strange look in his eyes.

'Err...Are you sure you want to buy these ones, Mister?'

Harry looked at the covers. "Being pregnant after 60 years old, it's possible!' and "Wizarding ways to heal the PMS" He felt himself blush – actually, he began to turn as red as a tomato.

'I'm sorry, I didn't really look at it...I'm only searching something to cheer my wife up, she must stay in bed all day long and...'

The old wizard cut his sentence. 'I've got the best book for cheering up a young woman. Here you are', told him while holding Harry a red and black, leather-covered book. 'The Black Quill, Book Four'

After all....thought Harry. Maybe she'll like it...

'Thanks'. He said to the seller.  'She had not read the fisrt three ones, so, I'll take them, too, please.'

When he exited of the shop, he realized that it was only two minutes left before being late. He took his wand and apparated at the Ministry.