Chapter Two: Tranquilizer
Harry threw himself out the door with some money in his pocket and sped off to find a taxi that would be willing to take him to London. He could only hope that the very man that had excruciatingly bad breath would not be the one to pick him up... unfortunately, it was.
"You!" The taxi driver growled, thrusting his finger at Harry's chest, in a gesture of annoyance. Harry scowled.
"Yes, me. Take me to London ask quickly as you can. Please." He said. The driver just clutched the steering wheel tightly, hunched over and glaring through the class window. Harry sighed and stared out the window. As the scenery sped by, he saw a big black dog, bigger then any dog he'd ever seen, stare at the taxi as it drove by. Harry blinked several times and brought in a deep shuddering breath. The feeling of dread was returning and he didn't like it. It was as if that colossal dog was watching him, waiting. Finally, the driver pulled in front of the Leaky Cauldron (or where it should be as he couldn't see it) and almost threw Harry out of the car, his face purple.
Harry stared at the door for a while before grimacing. This wouldn't work, even with his changed appearance, someone would surely notice the Golden Boy. Thinking fast, he stared at his environment and noticed that all the buildings were connected together, sandwiched tightly. Harry then thoughtfully rubbed his head before grinning brightly and entering the muggle Electronic store right next to the Leaky Cauldron. His wand firmly up his right sleeve, he casually strolled through the store, pretending to be interested in a black electric guitar with realistic flames designed. As the employees and customers passed by, Harry, still casually strolling, passed through the Employee's Only sign and slipped in. There was a narrow hallway with several doors on each side. He avoided rooms that sounded occupied and instead, happened to walk upon a door that led up to the rooftop.
Sighing in relief, he walked up the flight of stairs undisturbed. He gasped, he could see everything! His theories were correct... all the buildings were connected and in order to get down to the Leaky Cauldron's roof that would require a jump... that was very steep. He walked over to the edge and prayed that he wouldn't break a bone. He plopped himself down and hit the roof with an explosion of pain in his ankle. That could be ignored for now, it wasn't life threatening. He brought in a deep breath and thanked the gods that he didn't die jumping three stories. It must have been faith and all the luck he possessed.
Harry peered over the back of the roof and saw the familiar alleyway with the brick wall. Harry hurriedly jumped down, almost falling on his face, and entered Diagon Alley. Success! Glancing around to make sure no one was there, Harry pulled out his wand and entered Diagon Alley, the world of wizards and witches all alike. Harry squinted in the absurdly bright sun and ducked his head to hide away his noticeable green eyes that would make a person look twice.
Calmly strolling through the streets, Harry tensed and nearly fell over in shock. He pulled himself together, clutched his side. He grimaced and looked over, his hand over a small dart. Red feathers were sticking out of the dart, as a decoration, and Harry coiled in shock, slowly getting dizzier. He stumbled to the ground and felt his head pound, his bloods rushing in quiet surprise. The ground met him as he fell to the ground unconscious, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Oh umm this was short... thanks for all the reviews everyone! That was great, and HermioneGreen, was it you who mentioned about being better if it took place after his fifth year? I have a reason for him being very young at this point and realizing it, hope you don't mind.
Harry threw himself out the door with some money in his pocket and sped off to find a taxi that would be willing to take him to London. He could only hope that the very man that had excruciatingly bad breath would not be the one to pick him up... unfortunately, it was.
"You!" The taxi driver growled, thrusting his finger at Harry's chest, in a gesture of annoyance. Harry scowled.
"Yes, me. Take me to London ask quickly as you can. Please." He said. The driver just clutched the steering wheel tightly, hunched over and glaring through the class window. Harry sighed and stared out the window. As the scenery sped by, he saw a big black dog, bigger then any dog he'd ever seen, stare at the taxi as it drove by. Harry blinked several times and brought in a deep shuddering breath. The feeling of dread was returning and he didn't like it. It was as if that colossal dog was watching him, waiting. Finally, the driver pulled in front of the Leaky Cauldron (or where it should be as he couldn't see it) and almost threw Harry out of the car, his face purple.
Harry stared at the door for a while before grimacing. This wouldn't work, even with his changed appearance, someone would surely notice the Golden Boy. Thinking fast, he stared at his environment and noticed that all the buildings were connected together, sandwiched tightly. Harry then thoughtfully rubbed his head before grinning brightly and entering the muggle Electronic store right next to the Leaky Cauldron. His wand firmly up his right sleeve, he casually strolled through the store, pretending to be interested in a black electric guitar with realistic flames designed. As the employees and customers passed by, Harry, still casually strolling, passed through the Employee's Only sign and slipped in. There was a narrow hallway with several doors on each side. He avoided rooms that sounded occupied and instead, happened to walk upon a door that led up to the rooftop.
Sighing in relief, he walked up the flight of stairs undisturbed. He gasped, he could see everything! His theories were correct... all the buildings were connected and in order to get down to the Leaky Cauldron's roof that would require a jump... that was very steep. He walked over to the edge and prayed that he wouldn't break a bone. He plopped himself down and hit the roof with an explosion of pain in his ankle. That could be ignored for now, it wasn't life threatening. He brought in a deep breath and thanked the gods that he didn't die jumping three stories. It must have been faith and all the luck he possessed.
Harry peered over the back of the roof and saw the familiar alleyway with the brick wall. Harry hurriedly jumped down, almost falling on his face, and entered Diagon Alley. Success! Glancing around to make sure no one was there, Harry pulled out his wand and entered Diagon Alley, the world of wizards and witches all alike. Harry squinted in the absurdly bright sun and ducked his head to hide away his noticeable green eyes that would make a person look twice.
Calmly strolling through the streets, Harry tensed and nearly fell over in shock. He pulled himself together, clutched his side. He grimaced and looked over, his hand over a small dart. Red feathers were sticking out of the dart, as a decoration, and Harry coiled in shock, slowly getting dizzier. He stumbled to the ground and felt his head pound, his bloods rushing in quiet surprise. The ground met him as he fell to the ground unconscious, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Oh umm this was short... thanks for all the reviews everyone! That was great, and HermioneGreen, was it you who mentioned about being better if it took place after his fifth year? I have a reason for him being very young at this point and realizing it, hope you don't mind.