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Chapter four: The chapter after the last one.

"This is it?" Ron said looking in disgust at the store in front of them.

They had resorted to looking down the Alleyways after about half an hours of going round and round Diagon Alley's main streets. It was their second time round the alleyways when the came upon this little shop.

"Yep." Harry said looking at the entrance. It was semi-dark down this alleyway and they could just see the tiny door that was about half their size in front of them. It looked like mice had been there as the door was only really half there. Just above the door was a tiny cardboard sign saying: Opulos Montergo.

It was quite a plain sign, looked as though it had been written by someone with not much time on their hands.

"After you." Ron said and Harry began to lean down towards the doorknob. As he placed his cold hand on the tiny doorknob he realised something. The air was cold but the doorknob was hot.

"Well, go on." Ron said, interrupting Harry's chain of thought. Harry turned the knob and pushed slightly. A very sharp, bright light blazed into their eyes for only a moment, turning red before disappearing completely.

"This day just keeps getting full of surprises…" Ron said, blinking vigorously.

Harry didn't have time to answer as Ron pushed him through the little door ahead of them. He felt himself falling, falling down a wide, almost vertical hole and it was a strange sensation. Soon however his feet had touched the floor once more, as well as his newly bruised head.

"How is it?" Ron's voice echoed down the dark tunnel. "Are you still alive?"

Harry rubbed his head and stood up, having a look around. Before him he saw a rather large shop, one filled with all different kinds of things in no particular order. Books with sticky labels as price tags and wands that looked like Ron's had in second year were scattered around the shop. Fairies were buzzing around, happily singing to themselves as they helped mend some of the cheeky toys that were lying around. But what Harry found most intriguing, was the girl who was happily talking to one of the fairies, her smile brighter than any spark he had seen before.

"It's been three seconds since I asked last! Harry, you are dead! I knew it!" Ron's voice echoed down the tunnel once more. "I'm sorry Harry! It was only a light push; I hate to think what's down there-"

"Don't be stupid Ron, I'm alive. Harry called up the tunnels still entranced by this light-filled room underground.

"And now his ghost has come back to haunt me forever!" Ron yelped. "I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry."

The girl noticed Harry and began making her way over to him. He stood frozen, his glance fixed upon her waving golden hair that jumped and frolicked about her hips.

"HARRY!" Ron squeaked once again before bursting into tears.

"I can see you're greatly missed." The girl said; her voice sweet and forgiving.

"Yes, well…" Harry said, looking up the tunnel.

"Leave it to me." The girl said, flicking her long blonde locks behind her shoulders. She lent over the end of the hole and began whispering, darkly and deeply her voice rose until it entered the unsuspecting ears of the person above.

"He is alive…" She whispered her voice low and snake-like. "But he cannot hear you… you must help him, save him before it is too late."

Harry began to laugh and she smiled at him, giggling herself.

"I'm going mad, I'm going mad." They heard Ron's whispers from above. "I'M COMING HARRY!"

And before they knew it a large, tumbling noise was heard as well as a few painful bumps followed by "ow"

RON'S POV

And that's when I saw the light. I had finally made it through the terrible tunnel that I had pushed my best friend into. I landed on a wooden floor, my head hurting like hell. Although what I saw was not what I had expected. There, just centimetres before me, was Harry, laughing so hard I thought his head was actually going to fall off. But it wasn't Harry that I felt amazed by it was who he was with. A girl, the most beautiful I've ever seen was smiling at me and giggling slightly as she looked at my face. She had dark green eyes that captured me and hair that could sweep any man's heart away. Her lips were rosy and red, as were her cheeks and her smile; oh her smile made me feel… well… so safe and warm inside.

NOBODY'S POV

Harry helped Ron off the ground and he quickly wiped the dirt from his jeans. Ron looked at the girl for a moment, her cheeks truing red as he didn't look away.

"Ah," Harry began, coughing to bring Ron's glance away from the girl. "I'm Harry and this is Ron."

"Pleased to meet you." The girl said, her smile still not fading the slightest. "I'm really sorry but we have to get back to our work, so if you don't want anything then I'm afraid you'll have to leave. That's why the door was shrunken and unappealing; father thought it would keep customers away." She smiled once more and walked briskly back over to her workshop.

"Actually, we were told we could find something here." Harry said, having to break Ron out of a daydreaming state once more.

"What?" She asked, nodding to one of the fairies that were wondering around the room.

Ron pulled out his list as Harry and he went over to the desk she was standing behind, filled with different bits of wood, paper and tools.

"The Key behind all Defences known to Mankind by Chris. P. Bacon."

"Oh," she laughed. "Of course. I was hoping the guy with the blonde hair and the fat follower would be the last to come down here." She sighed, pulling out some keys from behind the desk. "Follow me please."

She led them down a couple of shelf and behind a few walls, both of them having to slightly jog to keep up with her. She passed one last bookcase and turned to them.

"You must understand what you are doing you know. What you are about to receive is… well… different to say the least. Are you ready?" She asked, the smile gone from he now pale face.

"Yeah." Ron said, yawning.

"Why do you ask?" Harry asked.

"Because many who have not understood the power of this book have come to sticky ends. That's why it isn't in any other bookshop in England. I just didn't want to see two nice young people like you hurt by such a stupid but dangerous book."

"We'll be fine." Ron said. She nodded and turned back around.

In the wall in front of her was a tiny lock, so tiny only the smallest key could fit into it. It was so small that the human eye couldn't see it and the only reason she could find it was that she knew exactly where it was.

For a tiny key it made quite a lot of noise. Clanking and clunking could be heard from the wall behind as she slipped the key out of the lock and into her pocket.

Then, after the clanking had stopped entirely she flexed her fingers once before pushing on the door with all her might. Harry and Ron rushed to help her as the three of them began to open the door. Soon the wall had been moved, splitting perfectly in two and slowly revealing what was hidden within.

What they saw next, they couldn't have expected. It was unlike any room they had been in before. The walls were made with enough gold to make the richest man's mouth water and as Ron touched it, it began to ripple around his fingers. The floor was coated in vines, each one blossoming strange purple flowers which made dreary sighs as you walked past them.

But that was only the beginning. There were animals everywhere of all different shapes and sizes; some Harry and Ron had never laid eyes on before. The lights around them kept changing; different shades of so many colours filled the room and the air smelt so sweet, a smell that you could wade in for hours on end. But the girl was moving quickly and they hardly had the time to look at anything in detail. Bushes grew from nowhere as bunnies talked to foxes and the three teenagers walked hurriedly towards the middle of the room.

Ron and Harry could just see what they were aiming for. The floor had now turned to rocks and each of them was happily jumping form each rock to the next in search of a small table just before them. A small wooden table just beyond their reach, a table Ron could have sworn was glowing with pride and compassion.

The table slowly became larger as they waded through water and jumped over fences. Soon it was so close they could reach out and touch it.

But the girl turned around before they could even try.

"You do understand don't you?" She asked.

"Is this all real?" Ron asked looking around, watching the lake he was standing on ripple where his feet were, soothing his slightly.

"Yes," She began, looking around her. "It is real. But it can turn so bad in the blink of an eye. All depends on one thing."

"And what's that?" Ron asked as she turned around to face the table made of only the finest and polished wood.

"If I told you, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you." She said, facing them before laughing, two black books in her hands. She placed the books in their hands, each one as black as night and a firm as crocodile armour.

"Thank you." Harry said, looking into her capturing eyes.

"No, thank you." She replied.

"Oh, you have no idea what we went through to get you that book does she Harry?" Ron said as he handed on black, leather bound book into Hermione's hands.

"Yeah…" Harry said, but he wasn't exactly in the same state as his friends, he was off, thinking about the girl he had just met. Somehow, she seemed strangely familiar.

"There was this tunnel and I had to brave it all by myself-"

"After I tested it first and you thought I had died." Harry interrupted.

"I'm trying to stick to the main points Harry!" Ron replied.

"So anyway, before Mr. Helpful here interrupted, I was saying that there was thing tunnel and I had…"

But Harry didn't exactly hear the rest of Ron's bragging as he was too focused on the girl. He could just remember her face, her hair, her eyes…

"And then, after many terrible battles and hardships we made it back to you Hermione."

"Well," Hermione began, placing the book in under her arm. "It's about time you two bet me to a book."

And with that she turned on her heels to leave, the two boys racing to catch up with her as they gathered with the rest of the Weasleys.

Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys hurried back to the burrow that afternoon where they all began the long wait until school, of which nobody was really waiting for.

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