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Ch3: Poison

'Diagon Alley?'

'That is what she said.'

'Dad, do I get a wand?'

'We should get off about here.'

'Can it be blue?'

'Are you sure about this, Harry?'

I looked around the platform of the underground metro. This was our stop.

'Let's go.'

Walking down a few blocks, I saw a dusty old shop. This was it. This dusty old, tired piece of a building.

Let's just do it.

I entered the building and looked around, surprised to find a busy type of a café. I walked up to the bartender. 'Um, hello sir. Do you happen to know how to get to Diagon Alley?'

Scrubbing at a dirty bottle, he pointed around the back of the store, 'There, there,' he said, not looking up.

We walked to the back of the café and stopped at a brick wall. Anne glanced at me, now what, she seemed to be thinking.

I looked around to call someone's help, when a waitress caught my eye.

She was beautiful.

Dark lashes lifting, she held my eye sight and slowly strolled towards me. She was completely wearing black: skirt, leggings, shoes, hood, and cloak.

And, it made her even more attractive.

Abruptly, she was standing in front of me. 'Hello, sir,' she said, her voice silky, 'Do you need anything?'

For a moment, I was speechless. Then, Anne answered, 'Yes, actually. Do you know how to get to Dragon Alley?'

'Dragon?' she asked confused, curling some of her black hair around her ear.

'Diagon,' I interrupted, regaining the power of speech, 'She means Diagon Alley.'

'Oh,' her black eyes turned towards me, again. 'You must be muggles.'

'Ya,' I said, 'Non-magic folk, right?'

'Yes,' she whispered, then loudly, 'What are your names?'

'Actually,' Anne interrupted, her features stiff.

'I'm Harry. Harry Potter. This is my wife, Anne Potter, and my son, Tom,' I finished. But, after I had said my name, a familiar gleam spread through her eyes. It was familiar… and dangerous.

Then she laughed, 'Hello, Mr. Harry Potter.'

Her laugh was encapturing; it was poisonous.

'This is the way,' she opened a door and lead us inside. 'Tom,' she said, 'When you get a wand,' all you have to do is tap these bricks, like this,' she demonstrated. Suddenly, the wall opened into a wide street full of people – witches and wizards.

Tom shouted in awe, then sprinted out towards the first shop. Anne quickly followed. About to do so myself, I was hindered by a hand on my shoulder.

I turned around. The waitress was still there. 'This is Diagon Alley. You'll find most things that you need, there.' I knew I should leave, how else would I find Anne and Tom? But, there was something about this woman. Some force that kept me from leaving.

'But,' she put her hand on my shoulder again, and abruptly the wall closed up, leaving the two of us in darkness, 'If you need anything, just,' she moved a little closer and licked her red lips, which contrasted against the white of her skin. 'Ask, for,' she whispered in my ear, 'Belle.'

'Now get back to Anne, Harry,' she opened the wall again, 'Women don't like to be kept waiting.'

With one last look, I sauntered out. And whistled.

For the next minute or so, all I could think about was… Belle.

A voice brought me back to reality.

'Don't touch that bat, Tom. It looks like it's ready to bite!' Anne cried.

'Come on, Tom,' I said, 'Let's go get your things.' I took the list from his hands and started at the top, 'Ok, you need a whole lot of books.'

'Is there a library around here?' Anne asked, 'It would be good to get them all from the same place.'

'Ya, let's ask this guy here,' I pointed to the man selling the birds and bats. 'Exuse me, sir,' he glanced up, then really looked and stood up.

As he gaped before me, I asked him, 'Is there a library around here.'

He brought his hand up and pointed at me, as though he wanted to point me out to everyone. 'Is there something wrong, sir?' I asked, completely confused.

'Harry Potter.'

'Harry, how does he know your name?'

'You're Harry Potter.'

'Dad, he's the second guy in a week.'

'Merlin, welcome back!' the man grabbed my hand and kissed it. Pulling my hand back quickly, I backed away.

'Who are you?'

'I'm just a Blather, you don't know me, Mr. Potter.'

'Then how do you know me,' I asked, alarmed.

'Everyone knows you,' he replied, his face sporting a merry grin. 'Everybody knows Harry Potter!'

If I was alarmed before, I was now in a stage of panic.

Everybody knew me?

God, I have to do something.

Abruptly, a man grabbed my forearm and called out to my family, 'Follow me.' It was the blonde man.

'Where are you taking us?' Anne asked, warily.

'To your library,' said the man, voice heavy with familiar sarcasm. So familiar. He swiftly pushed open the door of a tall building and made us follow him past five bookshelves, until we were alone. Looking towards Anne and Tom, 'You'll find most of your books down that row,' he pointed to one near ours.

Anne stayed put, 'Harry,' she called for me to follow her.

'Actually,' the man said strictly, 'I have to talk with him.'

'Harry, do you know this man?' Anne eyed me, confused.

I looked into the man's gray eyes. I knew him, but I didn't. And that feeling was just so frustrating. I had to find out who he was. 'Yes, he's… an old friend. It won't be long, we'll just talk a bit.'

'Is he… like us, you know a muggle, or… like them,' she asked.

'No, don't worry, he's like us,' I said to soothe her, as I turned to the man.

Who was now fuming.

'Actually, Potter' he said, dragging me deeper in the library, 'I'm like them, but better.'

'You know my name?' I asked, 'Wait, how did that man know it? No, just answer this: Who are you?'

The man raised one of his eyebrows curiously at me, 'You don't know, do you?'

'Know what?' I growled. This was really pissing me off. I did know this man, I just… didn't remember him.

'Ooh, still very touchy, are we Potter?'

'Touchy? Actually, I'm not. Now, I think I should get back to my family.'

'And, as impatient as ever.'

'What the hell do you have against me?' I asked, incensed by this man's all knowing nature.

'I never had anything against you,' the man whispered, his voice dangerous, 'It

was you who decided to have everything against me from the start.'

'I don't have anything against you,' I said, startled.

The man stared at me, 'You can't just say that, Pot-'

'I can say whatever the hell I want!' I shouted. Abruptly, the book shelf around us wobbled, as though to fall. I held my breath and it steadied.

'You're just the same,' he said, sitting down into an arm chair.

'Same as what? Look, either you start making sense, or I start walking away.'

'Don't pretend like you know nothing, Potter.' The man seemed truly angry. 'It can't be true, are you that weak to not overcome the spell, or just too blind?'

'Spell?' Had someone done something to me?

'Fine then, let's see if you're real or not, Potter. How will you react to this:' the man paused, as though ready for victory, 'Granger's the filthiest Mudblood that ever lived.'

'Ronald Weasley deserved to die.'

'Who?' I gave the man a look that told him that I surely thought he was crazy. 'Alright, I'll just be walking away now. You can talk about mud and Weasels. Bye.'

'No,' the man got up, 'You can't leave yet.'

'NO,' I said firmly, 'I think I'll go.'

'But,' the man said, voice low, 'aren't you forgetting something?'

'And what is that,' I said, turning around.

'Your wand.'

'I don't own one,' I said, eyeing the wood in his hand. But, there was something about that wood. It… was familiar.

It was mine.

'Give it to me,' I ordered, suddenly in deep need of it.

As I reached for it, the man's nimble finger's tossed it up in the air.

And it reflected a bit of gold light.

Like a golden ball, with small wings… I have to catch it, quickly.

In the break of a moment, my fingers had closed around the hard wood.

It was as if I was a sailor that had been drowning in the sea, and had finally reached the land.

I could breathe.

I gasped at the feeling of energy, my power running through me.

My memories.

Everything that I had forgotten, was suddenly rushing back to me. All my thoughts and dreams, hurts… enemies.

Everything.

Slowly looking up, I glared at Malfoy and enunciated every letter I spoke.

"I. HATE. YOU."

'I know, Potter.'

'Thanks a lot, Malfoy,' I said, 'Congratulations. You just made my life a living hell.'

'Actually – '

'NO. Just. Shut. Up. Ya, don't talk at all,' I seethed. 'Keep that big flabbergasting mouth shut! How could you! Why did you make me remember? Take this disgusting wand, take the memories, take it all back. I don't want any of it.'

'How about your life?'

My life?

'That's right,' he smirked, 'forgetting everything doesn't mean your safe now. A few Death Eaters we couldn't catch,' he paused,' are still looking for you.'

'You couldn't catch a few Death Eaters?' I mocked, still angry.

'Well, you sure weren't there to help, were you?' Malfoy growled, 'Just forgot everything. I can barely believe that Dumbledore even allowed it.'

'I deserved – '

'What did you deserve, Harry Potter?' he threw at me. 'You think that by defeating the Dark Lord just because you were the only one who could do it, makes you the best. Makes you deserve everything and anything!

You couldn't have done half of what you did, without us. WE trained you, threw our sleep and energy away for you. I,' he reminded me, 'threw away my family, my traditions, my fiancé for you. You are the reason she died.

Do you think that I wanted to remember everything?' he asked sarcastically, ' Think I didn't want a spell thrown at me that would make me forget everything? Oh, I wanted it more than anything.

But, it never happened, did it? Wait, you wouldn't know,' he glared angrily at me, 'You were too busy getting Starbucks everyday, enjoying your simple business career.'

'How did you know that?' I asked.

'That's not all I know, Potter. I know every last detail about you. After I met you on that little incident on the block, I went straight away to Dumbledore.

And, I got assigned to do this job. To tell you what's been happening while you were… Oblivious. He made me find out everything about you, because I'll be the one protecting you these days.'

'From who?'

'Haven't you been listening, Potter? From the Death Eaters. Do you understand that, Potter?'

I stayed quite, just letting everything sink in.

'Potter?'

'I thought we were over the last name thing,' I looked up at the puzzled man. 'In the last battle, before I … you know, destroyed him, we decided to call each other by our first names,' I paused, 'I'm sorry, Draco.'

'It's alright…Harry,' he paused, fiddling with the chain around his neck,' You know, it wasn't really your fault that she died.'

'It's all my fault, Draco,' I said,

'And now it's time to fix it.'

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