RED AND BLUE FOR GRYFFINDOR RED AND BLUE FOR MARIO

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DIAGON ALLEY AND PEOPLE YOU DON'T WANT TO MEET THERE AT NIGHT, CHAPTER 5

Harry and Ron had had a fitful sleep. "Don't tick me off this morning," Ron said as he saw Hermione and her brother sitting at the table.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Because I didn't have a good sleep."

"Why not?"

"Harry decided to have nightmares."

"I didn't decide to have nightmares."

"Alright let me rephrase that. He decided to wake me up because of his nightmares."

Borigard seemed to take this as an invitation to annoy Ron. Hand buzzers, squirting flowers, whoopee cushions and fake spiders were all weapons of choice. Ron was later heard to say "Why couldn't it be fake butterflies."

"They wouldn't be as fun if you didn't jump so high your head hit the ceiling." Borigard said as he laughed his head off (not literally.)

The trio, in a taxi, drove off to the bookstore next to the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione paid the fee to the taxi driver and then the three friends walked into the pub.

Harry stepped right through the crowd in the pub; they were all to busy drinking to notice anything. He tapped the bricks in the wall; they opened to reveal the alley.

The day was uneventful until they were in Flourish and Blotts. A man in the corner of the store was talking to his friend as he pulled a book called: Demented Dementors. Down from the shelf "Did you hear, the ministry lost control of those Azkaban guards?"

"No, really? You're pulling my leg. It's not a very funny joke."

"No joke the Dementors are working for you know who now. Somthin' about upping his army, those creatures already felt like the children of the Devil. But now they're working for the dark lord himself."

"What's he got them doing?"

"Kissing anyone who doesn't side with him. Brings 'em along so even decent folk side with Lucifer incarnate."

"Evil critters." The two men buy the book and leave.

"Did you hear that?" Harry hissed as he pulled down a book on the school list.

"Yeah," Both the others replied.

They were in the magical apothecary buying their Dragon hearts when three men in dark cloaks walk in. Two Dementors are trailing behind them. The men walk up to one of the men in an aisle. "Your skills are something the Dark Lord desires. But if you don't want to cooperate I'm sure the Dementors would love to show you some puckered lips." A cloaked man said before an evil laugh was heard.

"I have a family."

"Oh, I see. You'd rather they get the kiss, that's fine. Should we tell them it's from you?"

"No, Please no. I'll join your ranks just don't hurt my family."

"Good to have you with us you little prophet."

"Hide mate," Ron pushed Harry behind a bin of strained mirkweed.

Ron and Hermione turn around so the Death Eaters don't see their faces. The cloaked men walk by followed by the Dementors. Harry had conjured a small enough patronus to protect him and his friends from the effects of the Dementors.

"Now those are people you don't want to mess with," Ron said as they bought the Dragon hearts.

"Yeah, you definitely don't want to meet them down a dark alley," said the witch at the counter.