"My Lord, Potter has been sighted at a coffee shop in Kansas, shall we
capture him?" Malfoy asked in a cold tone.
"No..." Voldemort said in a cruel expression that caused shivers to run up even Lucius Malfoy's back.
"Just continue watching him, no sudden movements, I want all death eaters to be undercover at all times. No one should be sighted!" The dark lord said as all the death eaters replied yes together.
"Good, now leave!" Voldemort commanded as Lucius Malfoy bowed deeply, and began to step back, away from he-who-must-not-be-named.
*****
Dribble, dribble...
Harry bounced the basketball up the court quickly, his eyes on Clark every second of the way, trying his best to get a shot in.
With his amazing seeker skills, he soon noticed that Clark was weak on his left hand side.
He drove the ball past Clark, and landed a lay-up.
"Nice shot." Clark commented as Harry gave him a nod thanks.
"Now, it's my turn." Clark said in a dangerous teasing tone as he dribbled the ball back past the 'half court' line, and then spun around to face Harry.
Harry kept his eye on Clark's movements trying to gain the ball back into his control, Clark noticed the gift Harry had when it came to sports, and decided not to go easy on him anymore.
He bounced the ball and took a few steps back, he was now a least fifteen, if not, twenty feet away from the hoop.
"You'll never make it!" Harry said as he jumped up in attempts of blocking the shot, but he was a mere second to early.
Harry watched as Clark released the ball, and the ball smoothly flew towards the net, and went it.
"Merlin's Beard." Harry whispered as he turned back to Clark, who had a smile on his face.
"How'd you do that?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Practice I guess." Clark replied, but Harry didn't believe him.
"You were practically twenty feet away; no one could've made that unless they were on the NBA!" Harry said, still insisting to know how Clark made that shot.
Clark's smile disappeared, and a frown and serious expression replaced it.
"Don't ask any more questions." He said as he turned around to walk away.
"Where're you going mate?" Harry asked as Clark turned his head to answer his question.
"To the bank, didn't you say you needed to exchange your money?" Clark replied as Harry rushed off after him, not knowing that only a few meters away, a few pairs of eyes watched his every action.
*****
"What do you mean 'Harry's gone missing'?" Ron cried out as he sprung forward to attack the Dursleys.
"No Ron!" Dumbledore shouted as Hermione and Ginny held him back with everything they had.
Dudley squealed in fright, and run to hide behind his parents.
"Mummy..." he whispered as he covered his bottom with his hands.
"Answer my question!" Ron shouted as he tried to fight off Hermione and Ginny.
"We don't know! He never said anything. We wake up in the morning, and he's gone!" Mr. Dursley said as Ron's face turned as red as his hair.
POP! POP! Two popping sounds were heard as two identical red heads appeared in the living room.
"Is it true? Harry's missing?" they asked as they looked over to Ron, who looked like he could kill.
"Yes." Dumbledore answered as the twins both joined Ron on the attack.
Bill, Percy, and Mr. Weasley grabbed the twins and tried to prevent them from ripping the Dursleys to shreds.
"If it wasn't for Harry... we'd be jobless!" Fred shouted, or was it George? It was quite hard to tell.
Ron stopped struggling at what he heard his brother say.
"What'd you mean?" he asked as George or Fred looked over at him and answered the question.
"At the end of the fourth year, he 'donated' a thousand galleons to help us fund the joke shop!" the explained as Ron nodded understandingly.
Just when Hermione and Ginny thought Ron had given up, Ron snapped out of his thoughts, and sprung up to attack again.
"You disgusting muggles, if you did anything with Harry we'll... we'll turn you all into pigs!" Ron shouted as Dudley ran out of the room screaming.
He had hit quite a soft spot...
"You can't! You're underage!" Mr. Dursley shouted as Fred and George both spoke up at the same time.
"He is! But we're not!"
"Yea you fat muggle! Shut up already!"
"Will you three calm down already!" Ginny shouted angrily as all three of the brothers stopped.
They knew what could happen when Ginny was mad, and because of that, they were scared.
"No..." Voldemort said in a cruel expression that caused shivers to run up even Lucius Malfoy's back.
"Just continue watching him, no sudden movements, I want all death eaters to be undercover at all times. No one should be sighted!" The dark lord said as all the death eaters replied yes together.
"Good, now leave!" Voldemort commanded as Lucius Malfoy bowed deeply, and began to step back, away from he-who-must-not-be-named.
*****
Dribble, dribble...
Harry bounced the basketball up the court quickly, his eyes on Clark every second of the way, trying his best to get a shot in.
With his amazing seeker skills, he soon noticed that Clark was weak on his left hand side.
He drove the ball past Clark, and landed a lay-up.
"Nice shot." Clark commented as Harry gave him a nod thanks.
"Now, it's my turn." Clark said in a dangerous teasing tone as he dribbled the ball back past the 'half court' line, and then spun around to face Harry.
Harry kept his eye on Clark's movements trying to gain the ball back into his control, Clark noticed the gift Harry had when it came to sports, and decided not to go easy on him anymore.
He bounced the ball and took a few steps back, he was now a least fifteen, if not, twenty feet away from the hoop.
"You'll never make it!" Harry said as he jumped up in attempts of blocking the shot, but he was a mere second to early.
Harry watched as Clark released the ball, and the ball smoothly flew towards the net, and went it.
"Merlin's Beard." Harry whispered as he turned back to Clark, who had a smile on his face.
"How'd you do that?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Practice I guess." Clark replied, but Harry didn't believe him.
"You were practically twenty feet away; no one could've made that unless they were on the NBA!" Harry said, still insisting to know how Clark made that shot.
Clark's smile disappeared, and a frown and serious expression replaced it.
"Don't ask any more questions." He said as he turned around to walk away.
"Where're you going mate?" Harry asked as Clark turned his head to answer his question.
"To the bank, didn't you say you needed to exchange your money?" Clark replied as Harry rushed off after him, not knowing that only a few meters away, a few pairs of eyes watched his every action.
*****
"What do you mean 'Harry's gone missing'?" Ron cried out as he sprung forward to attack the Dursleys.
"No Ron!" Dumbledore shouted as Hermione and Ginny held him back with everything they had.
Dudley squealed in fright, and run to hide behind his parents.
"Mummy..." he whispered as he covered his bottom with his hands.
"Answer my question!" Ron shouted as he tried to fight off Hermione and Ginny.
"We don't know! He never said anything. We wake up in the morning, and he's gone!" Mr. Dursley said as Ron's face turned as red as his hair.
POP! POP! Two popping sounds were heard as two identical red heads appeared in the living room.
"Is it true? Harry's missing?" they asked as they looked over to Ron, who looked like he could kill.
"Yes." Dumbledore answered as the twins both joined Ron on the attack.
Bill, Percy, and Mr. Weasley grabbed the twins and tried to prevent them from ripping the Dursleys to shreds.
"If it wasn't for Harry... we'd be jobless!" Fred shouted, or was it George? It was quite hard to tell.
Ron stopped struggling at what he heard his brother say.
"What'd you mean?" he asked as George or Fred looked over at him and answered the question.
"At the end of the fourth year, he 'donated' a thousand galleons to help us fund the joke shop!" the explained as Ron nodded understandingly.
Just when Hermione and Ginny thought Ron had given up, Ron snapped out of his thoughts, and sprung up to attack again.
"You disgusting muggles, if you did anything with Harry we'll... we'll turn you all into pigs!" Ron shouted as Dudley ran out of the room screaming.
He had hit quite a soft spot...
"You can't! You're underage!" Mr. Dursley shouted as Fred and George both spoke up at the same time.
"He is! But we're not!"
"Yea you fat muggle! Shut up already!"
"Will you three calm down already!" Ginny shouted angrily as all three of the brothers stopped.
They knew what could happen when Ginny was mad, and because of that, they were scared.