Hello eveyone, whow decided to read this for their own pleasure...
The next Harry Potter book is coming out... when? Anyone excited?
Well, then, the journey to Knockturn Alley was rather long and lonesome. I wish I had someone to talk with. At least when I was alive, I had Buckbeak to keep me company. And my mother's picture screaming at me.
Suddenly, walking down this yellow brick road doesn't seem so bad after all.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little insane.
I know,
Right now you don't care…
But soon enough,
You're gonna think of me,
And how I used to be."
The man I had bumped into a few minutes ago was singing with a turban on his head and a guitar in the other. A guy with a badly burned face, that was. Wondered how HE died... Maybe a freak accident from a forest fire or something.
I will now trend away from that vision right now.
So.
Like I was saying, the journey to Knockturn Alley was rather long and lonesome. I started humming a tone to myself to pass the time. Oddly enough, it matched the same tune as the "Weasley Is Our King". Heh, James would have liked that tune and how Slytherin was beaten down by Gryffindor afterwards. The irony of it all.
Oh! A sign.
"Let's see," I read, bending close because the words were fading on the wooden sign. "Knockturn Alley... FIFTEEN MILES! WHO WOULD WALK THAT FAR IN DEATH! THE LEAST THEY COULD HAVE DONE WAS PROVIDED BROOMS OR SOMETHING!"
"They did, sunny boy," another old man said behind me. "But some Potter boy stole them and is demanding payment for anyone who wants to ride them." I raise an eyebrow at this man, who had begun to shake his head. "Wouldn't ride one if it would save my life... I hate all of this hocus-pocus stuff. Move over, will you! You're blocking my road!"
I backed to the edge of the road and allowed him to pass, clearly not wanting to mess with this anti-Magic muggle.
"Could I have your name at least?"
"Tom Riddle, now shut up and leave me alone! One devil of a son was worse enough..." As he left, I noticed that he seemed to be missing a shoulder blade. Ok, then.
BUT he did say that James was here. I must be close! All I had to do was follow this road to Knockturn!
Singing guy was Quirrell. The song Does nOT belong to me. The old, cranky dude with the missing bone will speak for itself... and maybe insult you. .
RR