Chapter 2: The Meeting At The Three Broomsticks
Padfoot looked around to make sure it was safe, and when he knew it was he turned into himself.
"What's going on here?" Harry asked.
"Never mind that, let's go to The Three Broomsticks. It's so dang quiet around here that you could hear a nail drop." Sirius replied.
"But, why The Three Broomsticks? Aren't we more likely to be heard there?" Harry asked.
"NO! Since there are so many people, they could care less what the heck we're blabbing about. They would only pay attention to themselves, and it would be so loud everywhere that no one could hear us." Sirius said.
"HUH?" Harry asked.
"Never mind." Sirius sighed.
After a little walk, they finally got there. They sat down at a rather dirty table, the seats by it were cut and covered in mud. This was the place only poor people would go to, and was the last place anyone would pay any attention to what was going on at. Harry glanced over at the table near him, and saw a man. He glanced back and saw nothing. He then turned away for a minute.
"Uh, Harry..." Sirius said. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Harry replied.
Harry glanced back, and there was the man again. There was something oddly familiar about him, his pale face, his bright eyes, and annoyingly high voice. Then Harry saw that the man only had a stub of a finger. He it then sparked in his head. Peter. He then looked down at his food and Butterbeer, and payed no attention to Peter until he noticed that Peter was gone...AGAIN.
Padfoot looked around to make sure it was safe, and when he knew it was he turned into himself.
"What's going on here?" Harry asked.
"Never mind that, let's go to The Three Broomsticks. It's so dang quiet around here that you could hear a nail drop." Sirius replied.
"But, why The Three Broomsticks? Aren't we more likely to be heard there?" Harry asked.
"NO! Since there are so many people, they could care less what the heck we're blabbing about. They would only pay attention to themselves, and it would be so loud everywhere that no one could hear us." Sirius said.
"HUH?" Harry asked.
"Never mind." Sirius sighed.
After a little walk, they finally got there. They sat down at a rather dirty table, the seats by it were cut and covered in mud. This was the place only poor people would go to, and was the last place anyone would pay any attention to what was going on at. Harry glanced over at the table near him, and saw a man. He glanced back and saw nothing. He then turned away for a minute.
"Uh, Harry..." Sirius said. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Harry replied.
Harry glanced back, and there was the man again. There was something oddly familiar about him, his pale face, his bright eyes, and annoyingly high voice. Then Harry saw that the man only had a stub of a finger. He it then sparked in his head. Peter. He then looked down at his food and Butterbeer, and payed no attention to Peter until he noticed that Peter was gone...AGAIN.