A/N: Hi everyone! Jinglez here, lolJ Please keep reviewing! Oh, and I have a question and I'd like your opinions. What house should Lenore be sorted into? I have the basic story line, but I can't decide between Slytherin and Gryffindor!! And, also, if Lenore is in Gryffindor, should she become part of the Ron/ Harry/ Hermione trio or make different friends? I'd really appreciate any suggestions and/or reviews! Thanx!!!

Chapter 7:

Around eleven o'clock, Lupin, Tonks, and Bill Weasley brought Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Lenore, Neville, and Luna to Diagon Alley. They left the house to a screaming Mrs. Black, and stepped into the humid air outside.

"Everyone here?" asked Lupin, counting heads outside on the lonely street. Harry looked around as well.

"Good," said Lupin, finishing his count. "Come on, then. It's a pretty long walk from here to the train station, so walk quickly. We want plenty of time at Diagon Alley." He smiled, and Harry could've sworn he'd winked at Bill and Tonks.

Harry looked around at his peers happily. This was bound to be a great birthday. Ginny was talking to Lenore and Neville was engaged in a slightly normal-sounding conversation with Luna. All of the sudden, though, it took a turn for the worse as Neville asked her about her summer and she began a very enthusiastic and detailed story on how she almost caught a Crumple-horned Snorkack. Harry was very glad he didn't have to listen to her. Luna was confusing enough when she wasn't talking! Harry fell into step with Ron and Hermione, who were talking about Owls.

"We should be getting our results back very soon. I'm so nervous!" exclaimed Hermione vigorously.

"You're one to talk!" said Ron, rolling his eyes. "Coming from a person who probably got all O's… disgusting." He shook his head, chuckling.

"Oh, well. I at least probably got more Owls than Fred and George did, mind you, Mum went ballistic when they got their results." He laughed at the memory.

"And what about you, Harry?" asked Hermione, turning towards him. "Aren't you anxious to see if you got enough owls to become an Auror?" Harry shrugged, and Hermione arched her eyebrows.

In truth, Harry had been very nervous about his owls. He didn't know what he'd want to be if he wasn't an Auror. It seemed the only job worth doing, to Harry, if there was a ½ chance in being murdered anyway.

"The thing I'm most worried about is Potions," admitted Harry. "Snape only lets those with an O into his NEWT classes, the git." Ron shook his head.

"You two are crazy, staying with Potions. I am not taking one more piece of crap from that man this year, I mean it-"

"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "He's bound to be better this year; I've heard he's almost nice to his NEWT classes.." Ron snorted doubtfully.

"Right. But, anyway, I want to do something appertaining to Quiditch when I'm out of school; either be a player professionally, or work in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, but that's only if Fudge is fired." Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

"I think I'd like to look into being a Professor; either that or-"

"Set the record for reading the most books?" muttered Ron to Harry, laughing. Harry smiled, for it sure seemed like something Hermione would do. Hermione paused.

"What are you two whispering about?" she demanded.

"Oh, nothing," said Harry, holding back laughter at the McGonagall-like expression etched onto Hermione's face.

"Fine, then!" said Hermione loudly. "I'll just go talk to Ginny and Lenore!" She marched off huffily.

"Girls," muttered Harry and Ron in unison.

"So, who's on the Quiditch team next year?" asked Harry. "Has Katie said anything?"

"Yeah, actually," said Ron excitedly. "You're seeker, obviously. "I'm Keeper, and Ginny's Chaser. And Katie's Chaser. We need one new beater, because Kirke's quitting the team, and one other Chaser. The team's bound to be good, this year."

"Yeah, it is!" said Harry. "Know anyone that may be trying out?"

"Actually, before you arrived, Lenore was thinking about it. That's if she gets into Gryffindor-"

"She will," said Harry confidently. "I hope so, anyway."

"Yeah," replied Ron shortly. "And I think that Lavender actually may try out, that's what Parvati said, anyway, and she heard from Seamus who heard from Colin that Dennis Creevy may try out. And there'll probably be loads more people."

By this time, the group had reached the Underground, and they boarded a subway to downtown London.

Around Noon, they'd reached the Leaky Cauldron. As Harry entered the pub, blinking to get used to the dark inside, he saw a familiar person out of the corner of his eye. Lupin, Bill, and Tonks had gone over to the bar and were chatting amiably to Tom, the innkeeper, so Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione, who were now talking to Lenore, and nudged them. Harry nodded into the direction of the man.

"He look familiar to you?" Harry asked his friends in a hurried whisper.

Hermione and Ron squinted. "Who? Him?" asked Hermione. "The one in the black cloak?" Harry nodded.

Suddenly Hermione let out a low gasp. "Harry- is that… but it can't be! Everyone thinks that he's dead. Can you imagine what it'd be like for him suddenly to be walking around Diagon Alley again?"

"Bloody Merlin!" exclaimed Ron suddenly. "Harry- that's Pettigrew! Only, he's… different-looking." And so he was. His hair had grown out. It was long and had been dyed black. His eyes had changed as well; they looked almost purple. He was also taller and his hand looked human.

"Who?" asked Lenore quietly.

"The man who betrayed the Order and delivered my family to Voldemort…" said Harry in a strangled voice. Ron squeaked at the name.

"Come on, Harry; we need to tell Lupin!" urged Hermione. But by the time Harry, Hermione, and Ron had reached their old professor, Pettigrew was gone.

"Professor!" gasped Hermione quietly. "Peter Pettigrew was just here, we just saw him!" Lupin turned from his conversation and faced Hermione.

"What?" he asked sharply. A terrible feeling of panic arose in Harry's chest. Something wasn't right. Hermione explained in detail to Lupin as the fear inside Harry's veins grew. Where did that rat go?

"Moony," cut in Harry suddenly, and he couldn't help but notice how pale Lupin had become. "I think that this is a set-up."

"Don't worry, Harry. Thank goodness you saw him. But there are about twelve Order members here in invisibility cloaks as we speak, listening to every word we say. He pointed to the little blue pin on his shirt and spoke into it. "This is a 505 in Diagon Alley. Vesta, contact Snake-man immediately to contact the Ministry. Port, contact Bumblebee ASAP. King, order immediate lockdown for Diagon Alley starting in three minutes, and Nymph, contact every Auror in Diagon Alley and get more on the scene. Move."

"Right, Moony," came about six voices from the pin and Lupin nodded. He then turned to the teenagers, all listening attentively, as Tonks changed her appearance and hurried out of the pub. "Kids, come on, let's get out of the Leaky Cauldron. We want to be in a store that's locked down in two minutes, not on the street." The teenagers nodded and hurried behind Lupin, into the surprisingly vacant street and into the nearest shop, which happened to be Ollivander's.

"Fancy seeing you lot here, what can I help you with?" greeted the misty voice of the shopkeeper.

"Hi," said Lupin. "We don't need anything, thanks, but there's a Lockdown on Diagon Alley." Lupin then turned to the Auror that was sitting in a chair by the window. "Has Tonks been here?"

"Yeah, she has," said the Auror, a girl that looked vaguely familiar to Harry. She smiled. "Who was the death eater?" Harry was about to answer, but Lupin beat him to it.

"We're not sure."

"Oh. I see," said the girl. And suddenly, there came an almighty explosion from the street outside.