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Desiree:
"Jesus!" I spat when my feet came in contact quiet suddenly with the floor, shutting my eyes as hard as I could and collapsing onto the ground from shock. When I reopened them I found myself sitting on the floor of a large well-furnished room. Red and gold seemed the predominate color which for some reason hinted to me that everything was extremely expensive.
"This will be your living quarters for the remainder of your stay here. I hope the suit you?" I jumped when Dumbledore spoke realizing that he a Packey were right behind me. "To your right is the kitchen, to your left the bedroom living area this door leads to your changing rooms and this door leads to the bathroom." He pointed to each object in turn and then bowed to finish of his speech with a tremendous "Welcome to Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry!"
"Wow! Look at this place! Wow We get to live here all year? Wow Awesome! Mind if we do a little redecorating? Wow How do we get out of this place? Wow Were do you stay? Wow is this our bed? Wow" Packey rambled dancing on tiptoe.
"Yes, its your living space to do with what you want, you can stay here as long as you like, the exit is this little round door behind me, I stay in my own living quarters, and yes that is your bed. Desiree, I trust you still have the key your mother gave you?" Packey was half way to fainting and I myself was stunted mute by the old mans hospitality, but I still managed to nod. "Good when your rested we'll set off."
"Were are we going?" I questioned finding my voice and my feet at the same time.
"Why the shops of course!" Dumbledore raised his hands up, a childish glint sparkling in his old eyes. "That key opens a volt with more money in it than any human being could ever hope to find things to spend it all on." That was it Packey and me both hit the ceiling giggling and dancing like little girls who had really got a pony for Christmas. The old man grinned with a fatherly satisfaction "I'm guessing that you consider yourselves.well rested?"
Harry:
The seen down stares was gruesome, eyes followed Harry's every movement with pitying stares and the occasional tear, so every one knew? They all knew that he was probably going to die and they all knew how he felt about them.they all knew.everything. And so how their lack of confidence in him, infuriated Harry.
"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley almost whispered as if hoping Harry would deny what she had just heard, tell her that everything would be ok, but that would be a lie. So he just walked right past her.
"Why.why didn't you tell us?" Lupin sighed his head falling into his hands tears leaking freely from his old looking eyes. Harry couldn't even bare to look at the withered werewolf. Ever since Serious had died Lupin had tried to pull Harry towards him as if Harry was now his responsibility, and Harry couldn't help but feel like he was letting him down.
Fred and George just stared at him in awe. "Harry we're" Fred started "so sorry' George finished, But Harry just kept walking.
He didn't stop till he reached Hermione, who was weeping at the back of the room. "Hermione?" Harry whispered, "thank you".
"Harry" she moaned suddenly rapping her arms around his neck and entangling her fingers in his messy black hair. "Why you? Why does it always have to be you? When will god give you a Fucking Break? Oh Harry! This can't really be happening can it?" Harry returned her hug holding her to him as hard as he could as if trying to squeeze all the sadness out of her and into himself.
"I know.I know, I didn't mean for you all to find out like this I.just didn't know what to say." Harry whispered knowing the room was so quiet that no mater how quietly he spoke everyone would hear him. "I didn't want to hurt you." That was it there wasn't a dry eye in the whole house everyone was crying some quietly others loudly voicing their griefs to all who would listen. "I'm Sorry I should have told you.you had a right to know."
Tonks muffled protest rose up from a pillow she'd stuck her head in "How can you talk like that? Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about! We love you Harry and its up to you to tell us what you will!" she lifted her head from the pillow and joined Harry and Hermione's hug "We don't have a right to anything of yours! Especially your secrets and your feelings! It was wrong of Fred and George to ease drop on you like that!"
Harry had nothing to say his mind had gone painfully blank, and he could help but feel as everyone join the hug, that now would be a great time to practice occmonatry.
Desiree:
London is a big bustling city, full to the brim with sound and smell not to mention the sites! All the big beautiful buildings and little foreign cars! Packey sat next to me in our taxi busying herself by trying to guess which building was our destination. "Is it this one? No.what about that one its cool? No."
The Taxi slowed down near a nice old bookshop Dumbledore paid and we climbed out of the black taxi. "A book store? Why are we here?"
"Follow me and you'll find out." Dumbledore chuckled in an I- know- something-you-don't-know sort of way. We followed him past the bookstore and into an old run down bar that I hadn't even noticed was there, it looked like it was on the verge of being condemned. In side it was bustling with chatter and full to the brim with weirdly dressed people. Dumbledore didn't stop except to greet the old balding bartender who he referred to as Tom. We followed him out the back door into an alley. Were he pulled out a long wooden wand and tapped a couple of the bricks on the wall in front of him and the wall began to fold its self into it self and form into an arched doorway.
Packey gasped and I felt my gnaw hit my chest before us was a street littered with cloaked figures and strange creatures examining trading and buying the most spectacular array of objects I had ever seen in my short life. Dumbledore smiled at us and then ushered us forward into the crowd he pushed us all the way to the end of the street were we stood in front of a large oddly shaped white marble building. "This is gringotts. the bank" Dumbledore sighed "Isn't it beautiful?" Packey and I were still totally lost for words Dumbledore realized this and continued to herd us into the bank. "Uh hum well must press on" he stifled another laugh but couldn't resist a pleased grin.
Inside the bank many ugly little men accompanied another bustling crowd I recognized the little men instantly as goblins. "Wow" I finally managed to whisper Packey nodded in agreement as we strode quickly towards one of the help desks.
"Miss Desiree would like to make a withdrawal." Dumbledore smiled warmly at the green long nosed goblin behind the counter.
"Key Please." The goblin replied lazily, I took this moment to pull the little key my mother had given me out of my pocket and set it on the counter. He looked down at it and his eyes grew suddenly wide and exited "This way Miss Desiree!" He practically shook with excitement as he led us out of the great marble hall and into some kind of dark dirty cave. We rode the wickedest roller coaster down the seemingly endless tunnels before coming to a quick stop and tumbling out in front of a huge metal door, for which I could hear growling and the crackling of fire. The little goblin walked shakily to the door and inserted the key in the key hole the noise coming from the door stopped almost instantly as he turned the key and a strange rushing sound ruffled the hair on the back of my neck as he pulled open the door.
Not for the first time that day my chin collided with my chest and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. In the vault was like Dumbledore had said 'more money than any human being could ever hope to find something to spend it on'.
Harry:
Even after the early afternoon's drama Mrs. Weasley sternly insisted that everyone jump into the fireplace headed for Diagon Alley.
"Ron needs new robes, the twins want me to see their store (my goodness) and if I come out of that alive Ginny needs a new caldron." She hummed bustling around looking for the magic traveling powder they were to use "not to mention your lists!" she added franticly.
Ron Harry and Hermione went to get Ron's robs the moment they arrived, who was positively beaming at the idea. The back room of the store was clammy and over heated. Harry was bored and had a mental itch to go out side. Finally deciding to scratch his itch he stood and signaled for Hermione to do the same. "Er.Ron we're gonna go get our new books ok?"
"uh" he looked slightly putout that they didn't want to stay with him.
"Well get your's to ok?" Hermione added tensely.
"Ok but hurry back this tailor lady scares me silly" Ron Smiled warmly and waved as Harry and Hermione departed from the store with the promise to hurry back. Out side it was cool and the wind blew softly through the crowded streets, Harry found himself wondering what each person was here for and what they might be thinking. Were they even aware that Voldemort was back, didn't any of them care? His mindless musing was ceased and redirected when he looked into the window of olivanders the wand shop. Just inside holding a long black shiny wand and shacking her head was a girl he'd never seen before, she was about his height with golden hair that brushed her teeny waist, he wished and wished that she would turn around and see him but she was to busy with her wand. It seemed like hours before they had passed the store, Harry had craned is neck almost 180 degrees to keep her insight. When he felt Hermione stop beside him " what wrong Hermione?" But she just starred ahead of her pale and silent as death. Harry looked up following her gave and froze in a familiar fashion. Icy fear swelled with in him..
There not ten feet away for him was a tall hooded figure in back robes behind him about 6 other tall hooded figures prowled none as dark as the first yet all enough to give a grown man nightmares.
"My, my, my Mr. Potter, what a surprise." Hissed a cold high voice from under the hood. Harry felt like he had been drinking acid, his stomach rolled over and over his mind reeling. What to do, what to do? The first sensible thought to come to his mind after run like there's no tomorrow was get Hermione out of the street or he'll use her against you. So as sneakily as he could he whispered to Hermione "Run-Olivanders-now."
Of coarse she protested "Harry no I'm not leaving you out here to get- "
"Go now before he notices you" Harry interrupted sternly "remember the prophecy? You can't help me" Quietly admitting defeat she slinked into the crowd and disappeared towards olivanders. Either Voldemort didn't notice or he didn't care, because he showed no sign of stopping her.
"What do you want?" Harry mumbled.
"Speak up child I can't here you when you mumble like that." Voldemort's voice was a harsh whisper that made Harry's head hurt and his ears ring.
"I said WHAT DO YOU WANT VOLDEMORT?" Harry's voice and body shook with the effort it took to shout these few words; because even though his nemesis was only a couple feet away, Harry wanted to attract as much attention to his situation as possible, so that as soon as everyone was looking, he could fade into the crowed streets and rejoin Hermione. His plan was a successes, everyone in the street froze and turned to see what the fuss was about.
At first the world's silence was only broken by the wind and a few confused mumbles. Then all at once chaos broke lose, and the members of the general public were flapping about in a flurry of feathers like chickens that had spotted a fox in their den.
Harry started to inch back into the havoc stricken streets, but Voldemort would let him get away that easily. The deathly cold and cruel voice that had been burned into Harry's Memory whispered once again, an all- consuming pain over took Harry's body and he fell to the ground writhing and screaming in agony. In the distance he could hear someone screaming with him, shouting his name but the curse on him left no room to think about such things.
When the pain stopped and he reopened his eyes he was met by a pare of snakelike pupils glittering maliciously and surrounded by red that clashed with the pale bony face they were fitted into. He jumped and Voldemort cackled cruelly "She cares for you doesn't she Potter?" He breathed his putrid breath rolling over Harry and making him gag.
"What are you talking about? Stop breathing on me your going to make me sick." He mumbled before he could stop himself, but Voldemort only laughed again.
"My cocky aren't we? But I don't think you'd be so outgoing if I got hold of your little girlfriend" He was gone quicker than Harry could protest. There was the sound of braking glass and the scream Harry had herd only moments before rose in the streets once more.Hermione.
Harry was on his feet in a flash; it took him mere seconds to find were Voldemort had his friend captive. He held her tight around the neck, his wand pressed firmly between her ribs. It wasn't as though she wasn't trying to fight back though, Hermione was not one to be a damsel in distress, she clawed and kicked at him, cursing, screaming and whatever else she could think of to free herself.
"Now Harry my boy, how would you feel if I killed her right here in front of you?" Harry opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, his mind reeled but nothing he thought made sense. All he knew for shore was no matter what he wasn't losing any more friends. Voldemort obviously had read his expression or maybe his mind and knew what his answer was. "Thought so" a crooked grin cracked across his face and he opened his mouth to bargain for his hostage.
But he was stopped before he began as a strange, yet beautiful, unearthly voice rose from behind him speaking in an unfamiliar language Harry couldn't name. Suddenly the great and powerful dark lord was clinging to Hermione for support while his legging danced and flailed like they were made of jello. If one of his best friends had not been in mortal danger, Harry would have found this very funny, but He wasn't in a laughing mood right then.
It took Voldemort a few moments to get it together and unjelly his legs, then he turned into the store to face the unfortunate person who had chosen such a foolish, yet devilishly funny, coarse of action. There was talking inside a young female voice shouted shrilly from inside the store "Just drop her.she never did anything to you!" cried the voice "If you let her go.I'll tell you who I am"
There was silence for a moment then Hermione came pelting out of the store running like the boggy monster was after her. She ran behind Harry and clung to his arm so tightly it went numb and tugged lightly on it every now and again "Harry." she whispered in his ear franticly "Harry.please.oh Harry lets go.Harry come on.the death eaters.please Harry, I'm scared"
"Ok" said Voldemort's cold voice "What is your name? Were did you learn to do Angle magic like that? My hands are free now, if you don't answer me, I'll kill you and your sister or whatever she is." He growled nastily.
But no one ever found out for at that moment a loud crack drowned out the girls voice and another voice Harry recognized immediately "Tom you should know better than to show your face here."
YA! Well there it is! Be greatful it took a lot of thought and a lot of pott to write this! But watch out fanficers its not over yet!!!!
Desiree:
"Jesus!" I spat when my feet came in contact quiet suddenly with the floor, shutting my eyes as hard as I could and collapsing onto the ground from shock. When I reopened them I found myself sitting on the floor of a large well-furnished room. Red and gold seemed the predominate color which for some reason hinted to me that everything was extremely expensive.
"This will be your living quarters for the remainder of your stay here. I hope the suit you?" I jumped when Dumbledore spoke realizing that he a Packey were right behind me. "To your right is the kitchen, to your left the bedroom living area this door leads to your changing rooms and this door leads to the bathroom." He pointed to each object in turn and then bowed to finish of his speech with a tremendous "Welcome to Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry!"
"Wow! Look at this place! Wow We get to live here all year? Wow Awesome! Mind if we do a little redecorating? Wow How do we get out of this place? Wow Were do you stay? Wow is this our bed? Wow" Packey rambled dancing on tiptoe.
"Yes, its your living space to do with what you want, you can stay here as long as you like, the exit is this little round door behind me, I stay in my own living quarters, and yes that is your bed. Desiree, I trust you still have the key your mother gave you?" Packey was half way to fainting and I myself was stunted mute by the old mans hospitality, but I still managed to nod. "Good when your rested we'll set off."
"Were are we going?" I questioned finding my voice and my feet at the same time.
"Why the shops of course!" Dumbledore raised his hands up, a childish glint sparkling in his old eyes. "That key opens a volt with more money in it than any human being could ever hope to find things to spend it all on." That was it Packey and me both hit the ceiling giggling and dancing like little girls who had really got a pony for Christmas. The old man grinned with a fatherly satisfaction "I'm guessing that you consider yourselves.well rested?"
Harry:
The seen down stares was gruesome, eyes followed Harry's every movement with pitying stares and the occasional tear, so every one knew? They all knew that he was probably going to die and they all knew how he felt about them.they all knew.everything. And so how their lack of confidence in him, infuriated Harry.
"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley almost whispered as if hoping Harry would deny what she had just heard, tell her that everything would be ok, but that would be a lie. So he just walked right past her.
"Why.why didn't you tell us?" Lupin sighed his head falling into his hands tears leaking freely from his old looking eyes. Harry couldn't even bare to look at the withered werewolf. Ever since Serious had died Lupin had tried to pull Harry towards him as if Harry was now his responsibility, and Harry couldn't help but feel like he was letting him down.
Fred and George just stared at him in awe. "Harry we're" Fred started "so sorry' George finished, But Harry just kept walking.
He didn't stop till he reached Hermione, who was weeping at the back of the room. "Hermione?" Harry whispered, "thank you".
"Harry" she moaned suddenly rapping her arms around his neck and entangling her fingers in his messy black hair. "Why you? Why does it always have to be you? When will god give you a Fucking Break? Oh Harry! This can't really be happening can it?" Harry returned her hug holding her to him as hard as he could as if trying to squeeze all the sadness out of her and into himself.
"I know.I know, I didn't mean for you all to find out like this I.just didn't know what to say." Harry whispered knowing the room was so quiet that no mater how quietly he spoke everyone would hear him. "I didn't want to hurt you." That was it there wasn't a dry eye in the whole house everyone was crying some quietly others loudly voicing their griefs to all who would listen. "I'm Sorry I should have told you.you had a right to know."
Tonks muffled protest rose up from a pillow she'd stuck her head in "How can you talk like that? Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about! We love you Harry and its up to you to tell us what you will!" she lifted her head from the pillow and joined Harry and Hermione's hug "We don't have a right to anything of yours! Especially your secrets and your feelings! It was wrong of Fred and George to ease drop on you like that!"
Harry had nothing to say his mind had gone painfully blank, and he could help but feel as everyone join the hug, that now would be a great time to practice occmonatry.
Desiree:
London is a big bustling city, full to the brim with sound and smell not to mention the sites! All the big beautiful buildings and little foreign cars! Packey sat next to me in our taxi busying herself by trying to guess which building was our destination. "Is it this one? No.what about that one its cool? No."
The Taxi slowed down near a nice old bookshop Dumbledore paid and we climbed out of the black taxi. "A book store? Why are we here?"
"Follow me and you'll find out." Dumbledore chuckled in an I- know- something-you-don't-know sort of way. We followed him past the bookstore and into an old run down bar that I hadn't even noticed was there, it looked like it was on the verge of being condemned. In side it was bustling with chatter and full to the brim with weirdly dressed people. Dumbledore didn't stop except to greet the old balding bartender who he referred to as Tom. We followed him out the back door into an alley. Were he pulled out a long wooden wand and tapped a couple of the bricks on the wall in front of him and the wall began to fold its self into it self and form into an arched doorway.
Packey gasped and I felt my gnaw hit my chest before us was a street littered with cloaked figures and strange creatures examining trading and buying the most spectacular array of objects I had ever seen in my short life. Dumbledore smiled at us and then ushered us forward into the crowd he pushed us all the way to the end of the street were we stood in front of a large oddly shaped white marble building. "This is gringotts. the bank" Dumbledore sighed "Isn't it beautiful?" Packey and I were still totally lost for words Dumbledore realized this and continued to herd us into the bank. "Uh hum well must press on" he stifled another laugh but couldn't resist a pleased grin.
Inside the bank many ugly little men accompanied another bustling crowd I recognized the little men instantly as goblins. "Wow" I finally managed to whisper Packey nodded in agreement as we strode quickly towards one of the help desks.
"Miss Desiree would like to make a withdrawal." Dumbledore smiled warmly at the green long nosed goblin behind the counter.
"Key Please." The goblin replied lazily, I took this moment to pull the little key my mother had given me out of my pocket and set it on the counter. He looked down at it and his eyes grew suddenly wide and exited "This way Miss Desiree!" He practically shook with excitement as he led us out of the great marble hall and into some kind of dark dirty cave. We rode the wickedest roller coaster down the seemingly endless tunnels before coming to a quick stop and tumbling out in front of a huge metal door, for which I could hear growling and the crackling of fire. The little goblin walked shakily to the door and inserted the key in the key hole the noise coming from the door stopped almost instantly as he turned the key and a strange rushing sound ruffled the hair on the back of my neck as he pulled open the door.
Not for the first time that day my chin collided with my chest and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. In the vault was like Dumbledore had said 'more money than any human being could ever hope to find something to spend it on'.
Harry:
Even after the early afternoon's drama Mrs. Weasley sternly insisted that everyone jump into the fireplace headed for Diagon Alley.
"Ron needs new robes, the twins want me to see their store (my goodness) and if I come out of that alive Ginny needs a new caldron." She hummed bustling around looking for the magic traveling powder they were to use "not to mention your lists!" she added franticly.
Ron Harry and Hermione went to get Ron's robs the moment they arrived, who was positively beaming at the idea. The back room of the store was clammy and over heated. Harry was bored and had a mental itch to go out side. Finally deciding to scratch his itch he stood and signaled for Hermione to do the same. "Er.Ron we're gonna go get our new books ok?"
"uh" he looked slightly putout that they didn't want to stay with him.
"Well get your's to ok?" Hermione added tensely.
"Ok but hurry back this tailor lady scares me silly" Ron Smiled warmly and waved as Harry and Hermione departed from the store with the promise to hurry back. Out side it was cool and the wind blew softly through the crowded streets, Harry found himself wondering what each person was here for and what they might be thinking. Were they even aware that Voldemort was back, didn't any of them care? His mindless musing was ceased and redirected when he looked into the window of olivanders the wand shop. Just inside holding a long black shiny wand and shacking her head was a girl he'd never seen before, she was about his height with golden hair that brushed her teeny waist, he wished and wished that she would turn around and see him but she was to busy with her wand. It seemed like hours before they had passed the store, Harry had craned is neck almost 180 degrees to keep her insight. When he felt Hermione stop beside him " what wrong Hermione?" But she just starred ahead of her pale and silent as death. Harry looked up following her gave and froze in a familiar fashion. Icy fear swelled with in him..
There not ten feet away for him was a tall hooded figure in back robes behind him about 6 other tall hooded figures prowled none as dark as the first yet all enough to give a grown man nightmares.
"My, my, my Mr. Potter, what a surprise." Hissed a cold high voice from under the hood. Harry felt like he had been drinking acid, his stomach rolled over and over his mind reeling. What to do, what to do? The first sensible thought to come to his mind after run like there's no tomorrow was get Hermione out of the street or he'll use her against you. So as sneakily as he could he whispered to Hermione "Run-Olivanders-now."
Of coarse she protested "Harry no I'm not leaving you out here to get- "
"Go now before he notices you" Harry interrupted sternly "remember the prophecy? You can't help me" Quietly admitting defeat she slinked into the crowd and disappeared towards olivanders. Either Voldemort didn't notice or he didn't care, because he showed no sign of stopping her.
"What do you want?" Harry mumbled.
"Speak up child I can't here you when you mumble like that." Voldemort's voice was a harsh whisper that made Harry's head hurt and his ears ring.
"I said WHAT DO YOU WANT VOLDEMORT?" Harry's voice and body shook with the effort it took to shout these few words; because even though his nemesis was only a couple feet away, Harry wanted to attract as much attention to his situation as possible, so that as soon as everyone was looking, he could fade into the crowed streets and rejoin Hermione. His plan was a successes, everyone in the street froze and turned to see what the fuss was about.
At first the world's silence was only broken by the wind and a few confused mumbles. Then all at once chaos broke lose, and the members of the general public were flapping about in a flurry of feathers like chickens that had spotted a fox in their den.
Harry started to inch back into the havoc stricken streets, but Voldemort would let him get away that easily. The deathly cold and cruel voice that had been burned into Harry's Memory whispered once again, an all- consuming pain over took Harry's body and he fell to the ground writhing and screaming in agony. In the distance he could hear someone screaming with him, shouting his name but the curse on him left no room to think about such things.
When the pain stopped and he reopened his eyes he was met by a pare of snakelike pupils glittering maliciously and surrounded by red that clashed with the pale bony face they were fitted into. He jumped and Voldemort cackled cruelly "She cares for you doesn't she Potter?" He breathed his putrid breath rolling over Harry and making him gag.
"What are you talking about? Stop breathing on me your going to make me sick." He mumbled before he could stop himself, but Voldemort only laughed again.
"My cocky aren't we? But I don't think you'd be so outgoing if I got hold of your little girlfriend" He was gone quicker than Harry could protest. There was the sound of braking glass and the scream Harry had herd only moments before rose in the streets once more.Hermione.
Harry was on his feet in a flash; it took him mere seconds to find were Voldemort had his friend captive. He held her tight around the neck, his wand pressed firmly between her ribs. It wasn't as though she wasn't trying to fight back though, Hermione was not one to be a damsel in distress, she clawed and kicked at him, cursing, screaming and whatever else she could think of to free herself.
"Now Harry my boy, how would you feel if I killed her right here in front of you?" Harry opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, his mind reeled but nothing he thought made sense. All he knew for shore was no matter what he wasn't losing any more friends. Voldemort obviously had read his expression or maybe his mind and knew what his answer was. "Thought so" a crooked grin cracked across his face and he opened his mouth to bargain for his hostage.
But he was stopped before he began as a strange, yet beautiful, unearthly voice rose from behind him speaking in an unfamiliar language Harry couldn't name. Suddenly the great and powerful dark lord was clinging to Hermione for support while his legging danced and flailed like they were made of jello. If one of his best friends had not been in mortal danger, Harry would have found this very funny, but He wasn't in a laughing mood right then.
It took Voldemort a few moments to get it together and unjelly his legs, then he turned into the store to face the unfortunate person who had chosen such a foolish, yet devilishly funny, coarse of action. There was talking inside a young female voice shouted shrilly from inside the store "Just drop her.she never did anything to you!" cried the voice "If you let her go.I'll tell you who I am"
There was silence for a moment then Hermione came pelting out of the store running like the boggy monster was after her. She ran behind Harry and clung to his arm so tightly it went numb and tugged lightly on it every now and again "Harry." she whispered in his ear franticly "Harry.please.oh Harry lets go.Harry come on.the death eaters.please Harry, I'm scared"
"Ok" said Voldemort's cold voice "What is your name? Were did you learn to do Angle magic like that? My hands are free now, if you don't answer me, I'll kill you and your sister or whatever she is." He growled nastily.
But no one ever found out for at that moment a loud crack drowned out the girls voice and another voice Harry recognized immediately "Tom you should know better than to show your face here."
YA! Well there it is! Be greatful it took a lot of thought and a lot of pott to write this! But watch out fanficers its not over yet!!!!