Who said zoos were safe?
Harry sat in the back of the Dursley's car, mentally readying himself for any trouble that might come as it always did nowadays, with Death Eater attacks up to a 50% rise from the summer before it was no wonder the Dursleys were taking him to the zoo, that and the fact nobody was able to take him for the day (much to the disappointment of Dudley and Harry himself).
'Out' Uncle Vernon grunted as the car pulled up the drive of the zoo and parked comfortably in between, a Ford Cavalier and Ford Anglia. Seeing the Ford Anglia made Harry's stomach give an unpleasant jolt, remembering only to well the Weasley's old car Harry and Ron had successfully, stolen, lost and in the long run made wild.
The queues to actually enter the zoo were massive and getting longer by the second.
'Typical, always busy on Saturdays, we should have come yesterday Petunia, I told you'
'Vernon, it's the summer holidays, it's always going to be busy so please will you get in the queue? Thank you' said a very irritable Petunia Dursley. A grunt was all Petunia got in reply from Vernon Dursley, Harry rolled his eyes, the Dursley's were generally a very agreeable couple - and don't for one moment think I mean agreeable to other people, oh no, they always got along that sense of agreeable - however this last summer and this summer it really kicked off. Harry's uncle always found a moment and excuse to suggest booting Harry out, however Petunia would not hear a word on the matter, nowadays she was as sweet as sugar to Harry which he found very unnerving indeed. Who wouldn't? After sixteen years of being constantly downtrodden by this woman now being cared for, bought presents and generally being liked was totally scary. Suddenly a knock on the shoulder told him Uncle Vernon had manage to purchase a family ticket and was now forcing his way into the park itself.
The zoo hadn't changed much from when Harry had last been here which meant the same format the only thing remotely different was the name it was now, Animal Peace!!!!!! Basically telling any passing death eater 'This is just a friendly zoo that doesn't want trouble', well that was what it was meant to say, and did to muggle eyes, but to the magical world and death eaters, it said something along the lines of ' This "ZOO" is feast to any one with a wand as it is packed, full to the brim with muggles of all shapes and sizes, meaning, serious vulnerability to anyone, have a nice day picking off muggles" **Yes** Harry thought **that's exactly the message that gives** and with a huge sigh he turned and followed his relatives onwards towards the giraffe house, **poor Dudley** Harry thought, **seventeen and still being treated like he was only just eleven, heehee**
The day went smoothly incredibly smoothly compared to the last visit the Dursleys and Potter had taken six years ago. Finally at round about four in the afternoon Harry, Dudley, Aunt Petunia and Dudley sat down at a little café to have a snack. Harry automatically felt for his wand, which he kept for safety in his jean pocket. There was four reasons for this; One: Voldemort, Two: the Death Eaters, Three: he hated being anywhere without it, Four: he was able to use it now he was of age. He congratulated himself even more in thinking that he could apparate away from danger - and thanks to a technique Hermione worked out - silently. He settled in his chair comforted at the thought of his being armed compared to everyone else. Looking around he saw a family of a mother with dark red hair, try and contain a hyperactive toddler with identical coloured hair, Harry was immediately reminded of the Weasleys.
Over on another table were three girls that deeply intrigued him, one hair spookily light blonde hair, waving slightly down her back from a pony tail high on her head, Harry noticed not a single bump had appeared in the process and her hair seemed to have not products on it (something he learnt about while hanging around with Hermione) the girl had emerald green eyes not unlike to Harry's very own and was wearing a emerald tank top with sapphire studs making a long winding river. She wore large green combats for trousers, over denim ankle boots. The second girl in the pack had peculiarly brown hair that was cut and spiked however the style had been wasted as her hair had been tied in two little bunches at the bottom of her neck, her eyes were bark brown and zipping around quickly giving the impression of being very observant. The clothes she wore were a short brown skirt, fraying at the bottom, complete with a baggy halter top adorned with the palest emeralds Harry had ever seen, her shoes were high heeled winkle- pickers or as Hermione often said when describing this type of muggle shoe, pinkle-wickers. Harry's eyes made contact with her's and he got a pang in his scar however the pang was a comforting pang not the short sharp pang he was given every time Voldemort was near or feeling anything in particular, he was so shocked by this he nearly fell of his chair and when he looked back at the three girls they were talking quickly and in some sort of foreign language, the third girl was the one who intrigued him the most her hair was ebony black, shining in gentle ringlets halfway down her back, a pale complexion and her big, satin-like, watery blue eyes gave her the appearance of a little china doll the like of which Aunt Petunia kept in a large glass cabinet in the dining room. On her head was a raven black hat, encrusted with tiny diamonds and pale blue topazes all around the bottom. Her clothing was very peculiar indeed a black dress with pale blue and silver glitter patterning ending in two points at the end, each side and meeting in the middle of the front and back, underneath that a pair of ordinary denim jeans ending with trainers completing the outfit.
A grunt from next to Harry made him switch back to his senses, next to him Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley and a waiter were all looking at him, 'WHAT!!!' Harry shouted irritated at everyone looking at him.
'Your Uncle was just asking what you would like' Aunt Petunia said politely, this sent a shiver running down his back as it always did when his aunt was nice to him.
'Butt.bottle of water please' he replied sweetly almost stumbling on his words and asking for a butterbeer.
The few minutes waiting for their purchases were agony to Harry he had to sit smiling at all the comments Uncle Vernon made about the park being full, the drop in drill sales and the latest abnormal killings the death eaters had made.
Finally when the food and drinks came Harry took his water without a word turned around and stared at the other groups around the table he also noticed little candles had been placed on each of the tables preparing for dusk, the mother and child had departed, and all around you could see grateful faces. The three girls were still there, talking as ever in a different language that Harry had the suspicion of being gobbledegook or something, one another table two young students, on another two teenage twins with their younger sister, all of the people around with happy faces not one of them suspecting what was just about to happen.
'BANG!!!' Harry jumped at the sound of what he recognised as roughly twenty apparations all close together. This could only mean one thing DEATH EATERS!!!
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These are J.K.Rowling's characters, the girls, are mine though. I would just like to apologise, that the chapter is rather small, but they will get longer, promise.
Harry sat in the back of the Dursley's car, mentally readying himself for any trouble that might come as it always did nowadays, with Death Eater attacks up to a 50% rise from the summer before it was no wonder the Dursleys were taking him to the zoo, that and the fact nobody was able to take him for the day (much to the disappointment of Dudley and Harry himself).
'Out' Uncle Vernon grunted as the car pulled up the drive of the zoo and parked comfortably in between, a Ford Cavalier and Ford Anglia. Seeing the Ford Anglia made Harry's stomach give an unpleasant jolt, remembering only to well the Weasley's old car Harry and Ron had successfully, stolen, lost and in the long run made wild.
The queues to actually enter the zoo were massive and getting longer by the second.
'Typical, always busy on Saturdays, we should have come yesterday Petunia, I told you'
'Vernon, it's the summer holidays, it's always going to be busy so please will you get in the queue? Thank you' said a very irritable Petunia Dursley. A grunt was all Petunia got in reply from Vernon Dursley, Harry rolled his eyes, the Dursley's were generally a very agreeable couple - and don't for one moment think I mean agreeable to other people, oh no, they always got along that sense of agreeable - however this last summer and this summer it really kicked off. Harry's uncle always found a moment and excuse to suggest booting Harry out, however Petunia would not hear a word on the matter, nowadays she was as sweet as sugar to Harry which he found very unnerving indeed. Who wouldn't? After sixteen years of being constantly downtrodden by this woman now being cared for, bought presents and generally being liked was totally scary. Suddenly a knock on the shoulder told him Uncle Vernon had manage to purchase a family ticket and was now forcing his way into the park itself.
The zoo hadn't changed much from when Harry had last been here which meant the same format the only thing remotely different was the name it was now, Animal Peace!!!!!! Basically telling any passing death eater 'This is just a friendly zoo that doesn't want trouble', well that was what it was meant to say, and did to muggle eyes, but to the magical world and death eaters, it said something along the lines of ' This "ZOO" is feast to any one with a wand as it is packed, full to the brim with muggles of all shapes and sizes, meaning, serious vulnerability to anyone, have a nice day picking off muggles" **Yes** Harry thought **that's exactly the message that gives** and with a huge sigh he turned and followed his relatives onwards towards the giraffe house, **poor Dudley** Harry thought, **seventeen and still being treated like he was only just eleven, heehee**
The day went smoothly incredibly smoothly compared to the last visit the Dursleys and Potter had taken six years ago. Finally at round about four in the afternoon Harry, Dudley, Aunt Petunia and Dudley sat down at a little café to have a snack. Harry automatically felt for his wand, which he kept for safety in his jean pocket. There was four reasons for this; One: Voldemort, Two: the Death Eaters, Three: he hated being anywhere without it, Four: he was able to use it now he was of age. He congratulated himself even more in thinking that he could apparate away from danger - and thanks to a technique Hermione worked out - silently. He settled in his chair comforted at the thought of his being armed compared to everyone else. Looking around he saw a family of a mother with dark red hair, try and contain a hyperactive toddler with identical coloured hair, Harry was immediately reminded of the Weasleys.
Over on another table were three girls that deeply intrigued him, one hair spookily light blonde hair, waving slightly down her back from a pony tail high on her head, Harry noticed not a single bump had appeared in the process and her hair seemed to have not products on it (something he learnt about while hanging around with Hermione) the girl had emerald green eyes not unlike to Harry's very own and was wearing a emerald tank top with sapphire studs making a long winding river. She wore large green combats for trousers, over denim ankle boots. The second girl in the pack had peculiarly brown hair that was cut and spiked however the style had been wasted as her hair had been tied in two little bunches at the bottom of her neck, her eyes were bark brown and zipping around quickly giving the impression of being very observant. The clothes she wore were a short brown skirt, fraying at the bottom, complete with a baggy halter top adorned with the palest emeralds Harry had ever seen, her shoes were high heeled winkle- pickers or as Hermione often said when describing this type of muggle shoe, pinkle-wickers. Harry's eyes made contact with her's and he got a pang in his scar however the pang was a comforting pang not the short sharp pang he was given every time Voldemort was near or feeling anything in particular, he was so shocked by this he nearly fell of his chair and when he looked back at the three girls they were talking quickly and in some sort of foreign language, the third girl was the one who intrigued him the most her hair was ebony black, shining in gentle ringlets halfway down her back, a pale complexion and her big, satin-like, watery blue eyes gave her the appearance of a little china doll the like of which Aunt Petunia kept in a large glass cabinet in the dining room. On her head was a raven black hat, encrusted with tiny diamonds and pale blue topazes all around the bottom. Her clothing was very peculiar indeed a black dress with pale blue and silver glitter patterning ending in two points at the end, each side and meeting in the middle of the front and back, underneath that a pair of ordinary denim jeans ending with trainers completing the outfit.
A grunt from next to Harry made him switch back to his senses, next to him Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley and a waiter were all looking at him, 'WHAT!!!' Harry shouted irritated at everyone looking at him.
'Your Uncle was just asking what you would like' Aunt Petunia said politely, this sent a shiver running down his back as it always did when his aunt was nice to him.
'Butt.bottle of water please' he replied sweetly almost stumbling on his words and asking for a butterbeer.
The few minutes waiting for their purchases were agony to Harry he had to sit smiling at all the comments Uncle Vernon made about the park being full, the drop in drill sales and the latest abnormal killings the death eaters had made.
Finally when the food and drinks came Harry took his water without a word turned around and stared at the other groups around the table he also noticed little candles had been placed on each of the tables preparing for dusk, the mother and child had departed, and all around you could see grateful faces. The three girls were still there, talking as ever in a different language that Harry had the suspicion of being gobbledegook or something, one another table two young students, on another two teenage twins with their younger sister, all of the people around with happy faces not one of them suspecting what was just about to happen.
'BANG!!!' Harry jumped at the sound of what he recognised as roughly twenty apparations all close together. This could only mean one thing DEATH EATERS!!!
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These are J.K.Rowling's characters, the girls, are mine though. I would just like to apologise, that the chapter is rather small, but they will get longer, promise.