Chapter 6:
It wasn't the best night's sleep Harry ever had, but he was thankful that he, Ron, and Ashley were all still free. Harry welcomed this stream of luck with great gratitude.
There was a stir in the bushes.
Harry had heard many noises through the night. Mostly it was red squirrels. There were plenty of those roaming around the park they were sleeping in. But this noise was big. Bigger than any the squirrels in the Palmen Garten could make.
Harry didn't think it was the police. They would have probably tried to arrest him already.
"Ron, wake up." Harry whispered.
Ron woke slowly, muttering, "What do you want Harry?"
"Somebody's here, in the bushes. I think it might be another one of those shadow people." Harry looked at the bench his daughter had been sleeping on. "Where's Ashley?"
"I don't know," Ron replied.
Ashley screamed. Harry quickly ran into the bushes in search of his daughter. He found Ashley, and she was afraid.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"SPIDER!" she screamed.
Harry found the spider. It was a house spider, and a particularly small one. It couldn't have even bitten Ashley had it tried.
"Harry!" Ron yelled, running into the bushes after Harry. "I think she's safe. That spider's a right pipsqueak."
Harry gave his daughter a stern look. "What were you doing in these bushes?" he asked accusatively.
"I just needed to use the loo," she said innocently.
"Next time," Harry warned, "please tell either me and Ron when you plan to do something, all right?"
"Come off it, Harry," said Ron. "She didn't mean to."
Harry rubbed his eyes. Ron could see the frustration was getting to him. Ron told him to calm down, and that all would be okay.
"Tell you what," Ron said. "What you need is a nice big helping of breakfast, my treat."
Ron pulled out a wad of Euros from his pocket.
Harry turned to Ron. "Sounds good," he said.
The three of them left the bush. Harry was feeling slightly relieved that it was only his daughter making noises. But, as they left the bush, they took notice of a man examining the bench they had been sleeping on and near.
"Oi, what're you doing?" Ron yelled.
"Please," said the man, in a German accent. "I only vant to help. I read about you, Harry Potter, in ze Daily Prophet, und could tell zat you vere set up."
The man was wearing a shirt with a single stripe on it. His pants were slightly dirty, as if he had been kneeling on a mound of dirt. He had messy hair, similar to Harry's, but black eyes. He appeared to be about 42 years old.
"How do we know that we can trust you?" Harry inquired of the man.
"I tell you vhat. Tell me vhere you vant to go, und I can get you zere. I am very good at ze sneaking, ja?"
"Harry," Ron said. "We could use a translator."
"All right, he can come. But he's under a strict watch, okay?"
"I promise you sir, you vill not be needing to do zat," the man said.
The day they were to depart for America finally came. They hadn't even seen the police since Hans Schlange (That was the man's name) had joined them. Hans had managed to become good friends with them. Harry even trusted him near Ashley.
He took them to Frankfurt International Airport. Sure enough, the police were guarding it.
"Blimey," said Ron. "Look at that! They've near formed a perimeter around the place. You'd think Harry killed a president instead of that Kingledarm fellow."
"I told you," said Harry, "I didn't kill Kingledarm."
"Oh right," Ron said.
"Listen," Hans instructed. "Ve cannot get in zere vithout ze stealth, ja? Do you have anysing zat could help you vith ze sneaking?"
"Couldn't we just disapparate inside?" Ron asked.
"No. Ze council of vizards here in Germany has a border around zat airport. Nobody can get disapparate in, or out. Isn't zere somesing you have to help you get in?"
"Of course," said Harry. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bean. He split the bean in half, and pulled out a silvery substance. The substance spread and turned into the invisibility cloak he had obtained in his youth.
"We can sneak by them in this," Harry said.
"Und, I have a spell zat can remove ze noise ve are making," said Hans.
So they threw on the cloak, and Hans cast his spell.
Ashley tried to say, "Dad, are things going to be all right?" but Hans spell had removed that sound.
Slowly they snuck, right up to the wall of police. Slowly they broke the lines. Harry could feel one of the police breathing down his neck.
Once Ron accidentally bumped into one. The policeman pulled out his gun. "Who's there?" he called. But there was no answer, so he put his gun away.
They were more careful breaking further in.
They snuck under the cloak, completely silent, all the way onto the airplane. There, they found their seats designated by their tickets. Hans took James' seat.
"Attention fliers, please return your seats and tray tables to their upright position, and turn your attention to the flight attendants, who will be giving you a briefing on our airline's safety procedures."
"We did it," said Ron. "We made it onto the plane! Things are finally looking brighter!"
"Hold on Ginny," Harry whispered to himself. "I'm coming."
It wasn't the best night's sleep Harry ever had, but he was thankful that he, Ron, and Ashley were all still free. Harry welcomed this stream of luck with great gratitude.
There was a stir in the bushes.
Harry had heard many noises through the night. Mostly it was red squirrels. There were plenty of those roaming around the park they were sleeping in. But this noise was big. Bigger than any the squirrels in the Palmen Garten could make.
Harry didn't think it was the police. They would have probably tried to arrest him already.
"Ron, wake up." Harry whispered.
Ron woke slowly, muttering, "What do you want Harry?"
"Somebody's here, in the bushes. I think it might be another one of those shadow people." Harry looked at the bench his daughter had been sleeping on. "Where's Ashley?"
"I don't know," Ron replied.
Ashley screamed. Harry quickly ran into the bushes in search of his daughter. He found Ashley, and she was afraid.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"SPIDER!" she screamed.
Harry found the spider. It was a house spider, and a particularly small one. It couldn't have even bitten Ashley had it tried.
"Harry!" Ron yelled, running into the bushes after Harry. "I think she's safe. That spider's a right pipsqueak."
Harry gave his daughter a stern look. "What were you doing in these bushes?" he asked accusatively.
"I just needed to use the loo," she said innocently.
"Next time," Harry warned, "please tell either me and Ron when you plan to do something, all right?"
"Come off it, Harry," said Ron. "She didn't mean to."
Harry rubbed his eyes. Ron could see the frustration was getting to him. Ron told him to calm down, and that all would be okay.
"Tell you what," Ron said. "What you need is a nice big helping of breakfast, my treat."
Ron pulled out a wad of Euros from his pocket.
Harry turned to Ron. "Sounds good," he said.
The three of them left the bush. Harry was feeling slightly relieved that it was only his daughter making noises. But, as they left the bush, they took notice of a man examining the bench they had been sleeping on and near.
"Oi, what're you doing?" Ron yelled.
"Please," said the man, in a German accent. "I only vant to help. I read about you, Harry Potter, in ze Daily Prophet, und could tell zat you vere set up."
The man was wearing a shirt with a single stripe on it. His pants were slightly dirty, as if he had been kneeling on a mound of dirt. He had messy hair, similar to Harry's, but black eyes. He appeared to be about 42 years old.
"How do we know that we can trust you?" Harry inquired of the man.
"I tell you vhat. Tell me vhere you vant to go, und I can get you zere. I am very good at ze sneaking, ja?"
"Harry," Ron said. "We could use a translator."
"All right, he can come. But he's under a strict watch, okay?"
"I promise you sir, you vill not be needing to do zat," the man said.
The day they were to depart for America finally came. They hadn't even seen the police since Hans Schlange (That was the man's name) had joined them. Hans had managed to become good friends with them. Harry even trusted him near Ashley.
He took them to Frankfurt International Airport. Sure enough, the police were guarding it.
"Blimey," said Ron. "Look at that! They've near formed a perimeter around the place. You'd think Harry killed a president instead of that Kingledarm fellow."
"I told you," said Harry, "I didn't kill Kingledarm."
"Oh right," Ron said.
"Listen," Hans instructed. "Ve cannot get in zere vithout ze stealth, ja? Do you have anysing zat could help you vith ze sneaking?"
"Couldn't we just disapparate inside?" Ron asked.
"No. Ze council of vizards here in Germany has a border around zat airport. Nobody can get disapparate in, or out. Isn't zere somesing you have to help you get in?"
"Of course," said Harry. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bean. He split the bean in half, and pulled out a silvery substance. The substance spread and turned into the invisibility cloak he had obtained in his youth.
"We can sneak by them in this," Harry said.
"Und, I have a spell zat can remove ze noise ve are making," said Hans.
So they threw on the cloak, and Hans cast his spell.
Ashley tried to say, "Dad, are things going to be all right?" but Hans spell had removed that sound.
Slowly they snuck, right up to the wall of police. Slowly they broke the lines. Harry could feel one of the police breathing down his neck.
Once Ron accidentally bumped into one. The policeman pulled out his gun. "Who's there?" he called. But there was no answer, so he put his gun away.
They were more careful breaking further in.
They snuck under the cloak, completely silent, all the way onto the airplane. There, they found their seats designated by their tickets. Hans took James' seat.
"Attention fliers, please return your seats and tray tables to their upright position, and turn your attention to the flight attendants, who will be giving you a briefing on our airline's safety procedures."
"We did it," said Ron. "We made it onto the plane! Things are finally looking brighter!"
"Hold on Ginny," Harry whispered to himself. "I'm coming."
