(A/N: Thank you all my special reviewers! Hyper people are good. I'm one myself. Anywhoo, don't expect me to kill Draco. Y'know why? –hugs Draco- Cause, he's my favourite character and I won't let death take him away from my story.

Draco: Gerroff me! As you all can see, I'm a major fan and will never ever never ever never ever kick him out from my special fanfic.

Draco: Make her stop! Too much attention!

On with the story, as I always say.

Pansy: Don't worry, Drakie-poo, I'll save you

Draco: -sweat drop- No no no, It's okay, no need to do any hero saving and stuff. Enjoy the story Mudbloods!

–ahem- Author is a Muggle, Draco is in big trouble.

Draco: Pansy! HELP!)

Water drips off the roof top of the gift store, the moon has been showing for more than twenty four hours and the Sun had shown no signs of rising. All of them were in the dark, engulfed by the bright red glow of the lanterns. Many people walked past the alleyway, but, fortunately, none resembled Draco Malfoy. Dressed up people of all ages walked by, a solemn expression plastered on each pale face that glanced at them. Nadia had became a little paranoid, jumping at every drip of water that touches the floor. She had been reading old newspapers left in the alleyway to past time. But every article she read revealed murders, kidnaps and murderers on the loose. Ironically, all of these crimes happened in Bloodshot Alley.

Harry and the gang were sitting down in a corner, playing a game of Exploding Snap. They wanted to go on with the journey when Fred woke up but that took longer than expected. After about fifty two games of snap, Fred, the amazing still sleeper, began to show some signs of life.

"Good morning star shine, the Earth says hello!" Fred muttered these words as he groggily stood up and brushed away the dust from the purple costume he was wearing. Wait… Purple?

"I though it was Willy Wonka who said that," Lily said, hiding her giggles.

"Yeah, but Barney the dinosaur can say whatever he wants," James said, bursting out laughing.

"Barney?" Fred asked, raising his eyebrow. "You mean that old Muggle children's show with that dinosaur and that 'I love you' song? Because… Ack! I'm in a Barney suit! Ahhhh!"

"Let's skip the nonsensical screaming and go on with the journey," Hermione said. "We wasted a lot of time in the alley."

"I agree," Lily said. "Let's go already."

As they walked out of the alleyway, they were greeted by a few stares, mostly addressed to Fred, and enthusiastic hand-waving. After an hour or so of silent walking, George said, "Can we stop for the night?" Elvira checked her watched and nodded. "It's twelve midnight," she said, giving a big yawn. "I'm tired too; can we get a place to sleep over that is not an alleyway?" Danielle said, rubbing her back.

"What about here?" Nadia asked. She was looking at a greyish run down building. The door was hanging from rusty, creaking hinges and the windows were almost opaque with dust. Some shutters were covered in green moss and most of them had fell down and were now used as signs. There was a sign with some Chinese letters and a picture of a Dementor, amazingly, an English translation of the sign hung under the dark picture. It said, 'The Dark Demented Inn, no dead or walking corpses allowed' Nadia shrugged and pointed to a piece of paper that was pasted to one of the windows. "Two rooms for rent, daily rent of one Knut," Danielle read the sign aloud. "Convenient?"

"We need a place to stay and the saying goes, beggars can't be choosers," Remus said, staring at the ugly old building that was looming over them.

"Moony is right and I'm feeling embarrassed enough of walking past people holding brooms and I don't have one," James said. Everyone stared at him. "He's ambitious in Quiddich," Sirius said. "More like obsessed," Lily said. She patted his back as Ron shrugged and walked closer to the door.

"Let's go you lot," Ron said, holding the handle. He opened the door and went in. The rest followed him and all walked nervously past the oddly dressed customers, all whom which, were holding a flask of Firewhisky. Soon, they found themselves face to face with the bartender. She was a chubby woman who was in her early thirties. Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail and her clothes were mismatched. A red bandana covered the top of her head. She wore a simple polka dotted dressed and two black high heel shoes. Lavender and Parvati would have squealed in horror at the 'fashion disaster', so called, if they were here.

"Um, well, we're here," Ron began but was cut off as the lady raised a hand, silencing him instantly. She went to the back and soon a girl, who was in her early twenties was pushed out. She was quite pretty unlike the woman earlier. Her short, wavy hair rested on her shoulders and her blank eyes stared at them. She held a thin, metal pole which she tapped around for a moment. She wore a red, boat-neck shirt, which revealed her white shoulders, and a black skirt.

Harry sneezed as the girl accidentally tapped a weak floorboard and white powder flew everywhere. The girl instinctively looked at Harry's direction but didn't really seem to notice him. "How can we help you?" she said in a quiet but bold voice. "We were wondering about the sign over there," Ron said. "We would like to rent the rooms." The girl nodded and she groped around under the counter, her misty eyes still plastered at Harry's shoulder.

"Sorry if I seem nosy," Sirius said. "But what are you looking at past our friend's shoulder?"

The girl looked at Sirius's direction as she took out a key. "I, unfortunately, cannot see," she said in a quiet tone. "Here," she took out two keys and put it on the counter. "Enjoy your stay."

As Harry and the rest of them went up the creaky stairs, Danielle stayed behind and looked at the blind girl. "Yes?" she asked, noticing her presence. "I'm just sorry for my boyfriend's sudden question, that's all," she muttered under her breath. "It's okay," she said. "I get those kind of questions quite a lot."

"Well, goodnight," Danielle said, walking towards the stairs. "Goodnight," the girl said, tapping her stick as she walked to the back of the shop.

Danielle slowly made her way up the stairs and to one of the rooms. The room was surprisingly clean and painted a light shade of blue. No windows could be seen and six bunk beds were in one side of the room.

She saw Hermione, Lily, Elvira and Nadia sitting quietly in a circle on the one of the beds. "Hi," Lily said. "Yeah, hi," Danielle muttered and climbed on the top bunk of the bunk beds. "Goodnight, I'm tired and hitting the sack," she said. "That blind girl was nice by the way," Nadia said. "Yeah, she could be a second Nadia," Lily said. "Hey!" Nadia said, grabbing a pillow and hitting Lily on the head with it.

"Hey, yourself," Lily said, hitting Nadia with another pillow. This soon led to a pillow fight which Danielle quietly ignored. It was all fun and games until some got hurt…

"Ouch!" Danielle said, gripping her right arm. She fell off her bunk with a thump. "Oww ow ow," she said, still grasping her arm. "What the matter," Lily said. "Oh no!" Nadia said. "It's happening," Elvira said. "Grab you wands, everyone!" "What's going on?" Hermione asked. "Something bad is going to happen, we need to get out. Now!" Nadia said.

"Can someone please," Hermione was cut off as she heard yells coming from the floor below. People were screaming and tables and chairs were falling. A figure stood on the doorway, his face etched with anger as he held a wand.

"WHERE ARE THEY!" Draco Malfoy yelled. His yells echoed throughout the building.

"Run for your lives!" Elvira said. "He's come back!" Thunder could be heard from the background, drowning out the people's voices below.

"Come on!" Lily yelled, getting the idea. "He's back!"

As the girls scrambled around the room, the boys were having a little difficulty finding their wands. "Hermione's got them," Viktor yelled finally. "Now you can say her name!" Ron yelled exasperatedly. "I had practise, alright?" Viktor yelled as he dashed to the door. "Well, practising to say names is not helping us at the moment," James said.

In the girls' room…

All of the girls dashed to the door. Before they could open it, a force had already pushed it open and Draco Malfoy walked in.

"Good evening, Danielle," he muttered, an evil smile appearing on his face. "We meet again."

The boys jumped as they heard the girls' loud screams from the other room.

(A/N: I don't know if this is considered a cliffy but anywho, I need suggestions, stat. And until the next chapter, suspense will fill the air! And I still won't kill off Draco.

Draco: PANSY!

Goodnight! )