"Well, it's really up to Blaise," said Mr. Daily, "But I'm sure Blaise
would love to go. I'll tell her to be ready around six, okay?"
Harry simply nodded then he walked, well more bounced joyously, across the street. He hurried upstairs and skipped down the hall into his bedroom. The first thing he registered was the wand against his throat.
"Come on, Potter, had I been a Death Eater you would be dead." Shadow shook his head sadly and plopped onto Harry's desk chair. "So, going out tonight are you, Potter me boy?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I really like her, you know, so I wanted to do something for her," he stated nervously, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Shadow nodded simply and indicated the black suit bag lain across his bed. "I heard you were making plans so I took the liberty of getting you a bit of help." He handed him the bag and pushed him out the door. "You've got a couple hours to get ready, use them well, Potter."
As Harry went into the bathroom, Shadow slipped downstairs and called a few places and then headed back upstairs with a small smile on his face. Harry in the meantime was taking his time to look perfect for the night.
A short while later, grumbling darkly, Harry slipped back into his room. Shadow was resting in the chair still and looked up when Harry entered the room.
"I can't get my hair to lay down right and my glasses look funny," he complained.
Shadow smiled and looked over the young man in front of him. He was wearing the outfit Shadow had brought for him and it made him look extremely different. He was wearing a black button-down velvet-looking shirt over a blank white t-shirt and a pair of khakis over black boots.
The only things that made him look like most people knew him was the messy raven black hair and round-rimmed glasses. He was positively fuming at the fact that they set a major difference with the rest of his outfit.
Shadow stood and moved over to him. "Here, hold on a minute, and you'll be all fixed up," he promised as he took Harry's glasses and tilted his head back. "This might sting a bit but it's worth it, I promise." He dropped a clear substance into Harry's eyes.
Harry blinked for a minute and then when he opened his eyes, much to his amazement, he could see perfectly without his glasses.
"And now for you hair," stated Shadow with a shake of his head. He whipped out a black comb and started parting Harry's hair. When he finished Harry's hair was lying flat in a style that complimented his clothes.
"Now, Potter, I have here a reservation slip to one of the finest restaurants in England, and two tickets to the local fair which is in town only for a few nights." He shoved the three items into a wallet with a few bills and handed it to Harry. "Now you treat that young lady right and have a good time. Your transportation will be here at six o'clock sharp so be there or be square."
Shadow proceeded to flatten the collar of Harry's shirt and make sure his shirt was tucked in right. "Okay, Potter, you're ready. All I can do for you now is wish you luck." He then pushed Harry out of the bedroom, down the hall and stairs, and out the front door with a call of, "Remember to treat her right, boy," and then he disappeared.
Harry made his way nervously across the quiet street and up the empty walkway to the Daily's front porch. Blaise was waiting on the front porch, wearing a light orange summer dress that stopped at her knees. Her blonde hair was curled ever so slightly and framed her face, to Harry she looked like an angel.
"Hey, you look really nice, Harry," she said as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"So do you," he replied and then added, "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded and Harry led her towards the street where a long black limousine had just pulled up.
"Harry you didn't," she gasped as he was leading her towards it.
"Only the best for you," he replied helping her into the back seat and nodding to the driver who was holding open the door.
He climbed in after her and she snuggled against him, beaming angelically. The driver pulled away from the curb and they both sat there, thinking their own thoughts until the car stopped in front of a small restaurant.
The driver opened the door and Harry helped Blaise from the car and nodded to the driver.
"I'll park and wait," he told them and disappeared with the car.
Harry led the way inside and they were taken to a small table on the open patio where a light breeze was blowing. A young waitress appeared and handed them the menus, and then noticing their expressions, she said, "The Chicken Aloma is a favorite to many regulars."
Harry looked over at Blaise who nodded and he said, "We'll take two of those and," he glanced over the drinks menu.
"The Sentra Semano is a wonderful choice of drink," said the waitress, smiling.
Harry nodded and the waitress disappeared. When she returned she had two wine glasses full of a strange red substance. She set them in front of the two and reappeared not long after with their meals.
They ate slowly and swapped tales about each other's childhood. Blaise almost broke down as Harry told her about some of his younger memories and he quickly changed the subject. After eating Harry paid the ticket and offered a very generous tip for the waitress's help.
The limousine was waiting and the driver opened the door and Harry and Blaise climbed into the back seat. The driver proceeded to drive to the local fair and when Harry and Blaise climbed out he gave a nod and promised to park and wait for them to finish. Harry gave him a small tip as he led the way to the entrance.
He handed over the tickets and bought a small orange rose for Blaise. She smelled it and gave him another kiss.
Harry led the way through the booths until he noticed one where the prize for getting the small bulls-eye was a huge brown teddy bear. Harry moved over to the booth and the vendor handed him a single dart. Aiming carefully he tossed it and hit the bulls-eye. A greet cheer arose from the crowd as Harry turned and handed the bear to Blaise who hugged him and dragged him away to the Ferris wheel.
They climbed aboard and rode to the top. Suddenly there was a shriek and the ride gave a mighty squeak and stopped. Harry looked over the side and noticed a group of figures in black robes fighting another smaller group dressed in robes of dark red and dark blue. Harry was halfway through drawing his wand and jumping from the cart when a voice whispered in his head.
*Harry, calm yourself, let the Order handle it.*
*Kage.* Harry thought settling back down.
*Yes, it's me. Look, you just sit tight with Blaise, there's nothing you can do right now.*
Suddenly a figure appeared beside Harry. "Harry, it's me, Bill Weasley. Help me get Blaise aboard this broom so we can get you two out of here."
"How do I know you're truly Bill Weasley?" Harry hissed, drawing his wand.
*Harry, trust him, go with him.*
Harry paused, then nodded and helped Blaise onto the back of the broom. Another figure swooped down and Harry climbed on. As they took off he heard the voice of Charlie Weasley telling him to hang on tight.
They made their way rapidly away from the scene. A short while after they had left the fair, Ministry officials appeared and the resistance fighters scattered as the Anti-Apparation charm went up, barely making it.
As they appeared at number Twelve Grimwauld Place they were hurried inside where they were dragged into the kitchen where everything was in an uproar. A moment later when peace had been restored the fighters appeared two of them dragging a figure in Death Eater robes and two others supporting Snape.
"How dare you bring his supporters here!" Molly Weasley hissed, "I understand Severus but that scum, you could jeopardize the Order."
One of the figures stepped forward, "Relax, Molly, I can explain everything."
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Author's Note - Thank you all for your reviews. I hope you all enjoyed this new chapter and sorry this took me so long, I had it done yesterday but my computer spazzed and it was deleted. Now a word to my reviewers.
Linky2 – That is what question?
Hellhound rider – Please review that story.
David M Potter – All with time, my friend.
Sillypaulie – There are letters and that might not be a good idea just yet.
Ebony River – Thanks.
If I forgot anybody please inform me in the next review. Night, farewell, and all that good stuff.
Harry simply nodded then he walked, well more bounced joyously, across the street. He hurried upstairs and skipped down the hall into his bedroom. The first thing he registered was the wand against his throat.
"Come on, Potter, had I been a Death Eater you would be dead." Shadow shook his head sadly and plopped onto Harry's desk chair. "So, going out tonight are you, Potter me boy?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I really like her, you know, so I wanted to do something for her," he stated nervously, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Shadow nodded simply and indicated the black suit bag lain across his bed. "I heard you were making plans so I took the liberty of getting you a bit of help." He handed him the bag and pushed him out the door. "You've got a couple hours to get ready, use them well, Potter."
As Harry went into the bathroom, Shadow slipped downstairs and called a few places and then headed back upstairs with a small smile on his face. Harry in the meantime was taking his time to look perfect for the night.
A short while later, grumbling darkly, Harry slipped back into his room. Shadow was resting in the chair still and looked up when Harry entered the room.
"I can't get my hair to lay down right and my glasses look funny," he complained.
Shadow smiled and looked over the young man in front of him. He was wearing the outfit Shadow had brought for him and it made him look extremely different. He was wearing a black button-down velvet-looking shirt over a blank white t-shirt and a pair of khakis over black boots.
The only things that made him look like most people knew him was the messy raven black hair and round-rimmed glasses. He was positively fuming at the fact that they set a major difference with the rest of his outfit.
Shadow stood and moved over to him. "Here, hold on a minute, and you'll be all fixed up," he promised as he took Harry's glasses and tilted his head back. "This might sting a bit but it's worth it, I promise." He dropped a clear substance into Harry's eyes.
Harry blinked for a minute and then when he opened his eyes, much to his amazement, he could see perfectly without his glasses.
"And now for you hair," stated Shadow with a shake of his head. He whipped out a black comb and started parting Harry's hair. When he finished Harry's hair was lying flat in a style that complimented his clothes.
"Now, Potter, I have here a reservation slip to one of the finest restaurants in England, and two tickets to the local fair which is in town only for a few nights." He shoved the three items into a wallet with a few bills and handed it to Harry. "Now you treat that young lady right and have a good time. Your transportation will be here at six o'clock sharp so be there or be square."
Shadow proceeded to flatten the collar of Harry's shirt and make sure his shirt was tucked in right. "Okay, Potter, you're ready. All I can do for you now is wish you luck." He then pushed Harry out of the bedroom, down the hall and stairs, and out the front door with a call of, "Remember to treat her right, boy," and then he disappeared.
Harry made his way nervously across the quiet street and up the empty walkway to the Daily's front porch. Blaise was waiting on the front porch, wearing a light orange summer dress that stopped at her knees. Her blonde hair was curled ever so slightly and framed her face, to Harry she looked like an angel.
"Hey, you look really nice, Harry," she said as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"So do you," he replied and then added, "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded and Harry led her towards the street where a long black limousine had just pulled up.
"Harry you didn't," she gasped as he was leading her towards it.
"Only the best for you," he replied helping her into the back seat and nodding to the driver who was holding open the door.
He climbed in after her and she snuggled against him, beaming angelically. The driver pulled away from the curb and they both sat there, thinking their own thoughts until the car stopped in front of a small restaurant.
The driver opened the door and Harry helped Blaise from the car and nodded to the driver.
"I'll park and wait," he told them and disappeared with the car.
Harry led the way inside and they were taken to a small table on the open patio where a light breeze was blowing. A young waitress appeared and handed them the menus, and then noticing their expressions, she said, "The Chicken Aloma is a favorite to many regulars."
Harry looked over at Blaise who nodded and he said, "We'll take two of those and," he glanced over the drinks menu.
"The Sentra Semano is a wonderful choice of drink," said the waitress, smiling.
Harry nodded and the waitress disappeared. When she returned she had two wine glasses full of a strange red substance. She set them in front of the two and reappeared not long after with their meals.
They ate slowly and swapped tales about each other's childhood. Blaise almost broke down as Harry told her about some of his younger memories and he quickly changed the subject. After eating Harry paid the ticket and offered a very generous tip for the waitress's help.
The limousine was waiting and the driver opened the door and Harry and Blaise climbed into the back seat. The driver proceeded to drive to the local fair and when Harry and Blaise climbed out he gave a nod and promised to park and wait for them to finish. Harry gave him a small tip as he led the way to the entrance.
He handed over the tickets and bought a small orange rose for Blaise. She smelled it and gave him another kiss.
Harry led the way through the booths until he noticed one where the prize for getting the small bulls-eye was a huge brown teddy bear. Harry moved over to the booth and the vendor handed him a single dart. Aiming carefully he tossed it and hit the bulls-eye. A greet cheer arose from the crowd as Harry turned and handed the bear to Blaise who hugged him and dragged him away to the Ferris wheel.
They climbed aboard and rode to the top. Suddenly there was a shriek and the ride gave a mighty squeak and stopped. Harry looked over the side and noticed a group of figures in black robes fighting another smaller group dressed in robes of dark red and dark blue. Harry was halfway through drawing his wand and jumping from the cart when a voice whispered in his head.
*Harry, calm yourself, let the Order handle it.*
*Kage.* Harry thought settling back down.
*Yes, it's me. Look, you just sit tight with Blaise, there's nothing you can do right now.*
Suddenly a figure appeared beside Harry. "Harry, it's me, Bill Weasley. Help me get Blaise aboard this broom so we can get you two out of here."
"How do I know you're truly Bill Weasley?" Harry hissed, drawing his wand.
*Harry, trust him, go with him.*
Harry paused, then nodded and helped Blaise onto the back of the broom. Another figure swooped down and Harry climbed on. As they took off he heard the voice of Charlie Weasley telling him to hang on tight.
They made their way rapidly away from the scene. A short while after they had left the fair, Ministry officials appeared and the resistance fighters scattered as the Anti-Apparation charm went up, barely making it.
As they appeared at number Twelve Grimwauld Place they were hurried inside where they were dragged into the kitchen where everything was in an uproar. A moment later when peace had been restored the fighters appeared two of them dragging a figure in Death Eater robes and two others supporting Snape.
"How dare you bring his supporters here!" Molly Weasley hissed, "I understand Severus but that scum, you could jeopardize the Order."
One of the figures stepped forward, "Relax, Molly, I can explain everything."
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Author's Note - Thank you all for your reviews. I hope you all enjoyed this new chapter and sorry this took me so long, I had it done yesterday but my computer spazzed and it was deleted. Now a word to my reviewers.
Linky2 – That is what question?
Hellhound rider – Please review that story.
David M Potter – All with time, my friend.
Sillypaulie – There are letters and that might not be a good idea just yet.
Ebony River – Thanks.
If I forgot anybody please inform me in the next review. Night, farewell, and all that good stuff.