Chapter 9
Ah, more glorious sun! Every moment inside Zack had to dodge his newest friend Peeves. If he had to play one more game of Guess the Fart or Hide the Underwear, he thought he might go crazy. The library was a safe haven as Madam Pince was no one to be trifled with, but he was getting a little bored with that. The term started on September 1st, which was next Wednesday, but he still had an entire week before the other students arrived. As it was, this Tuesday was a pretty nice day. He went down and saw Hagrid's hut and met Fearless, his eight-month old Boarhound puppy. The term "puppy" was a relative term as the hound had to be nearing 200 pounds, and she slobbered enough for three or four normal dogs. She was a real sweetheart, and Zack was fairly sure that slobber would come out in the wash.
Wednesday was also a banner day as he found his way to breakfast without incident. However, he did overhear an animated conversation between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall on the way back to his room.
"Minerva, it's entirely inappropriate for him to be assigned to a house at his age," Snape said.
"Severus, the Sorting Hat will decide where he goes and that's that," McGonagall answered tersely
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"He shouldn't even have been asked to attend Hogwarts. What was Dumbledore thinking?"
"Severus, you go too far. The Headmaster knows what he is doing. If I were you I'd be spending a little more time preparing for my class and little less worrying about school administration." Snape bit back a reply, spun on his heel, and stomped off, his robes billowing out behind him.
That was nasty. Zack was surprised that Snape kept his temper in check.
Watching him walk away, Zack had to admit that the billowing robes were impressive.
"Whatcha doin'?"
Zack jumped, his shoulder impacting the wall in front of him. "Ow! Peeves, goddammit! Don't sneak up on me like that."
"Dangerous, dangerous Zacky, eavesdropping on teachers, but oh so much fun!"
Zack rubbed his now aching shoulder, but then had an idea. "Say Peeves, have you heard anything about me from the teachers?"
"Oh, yes. Some think you will cause trouble and some think you are too old."
Zack digested that. "What about Dumbledore?"
"Peeves can't spy on Dumblydore. He always knows where Peeves is."
That was disappointing. Zack sure wanted to know what the Headmaster really thought, given the obvious misgivings of some of the teachers.
Peeves suddenly shot through the ceiling. Zack turned around and saw the reason why; the Headmaster was descending a flight of stairs nearby.
"Zack, I see you have made friends with out resident poltergeist. I believe that would be a first; you are to be commended."
"Hello, Headmaster. And yes, Peeves and I seemed to have developed a kind of camaraderie. He is…unique."
Dumbledore chuckled. "That would be an understatement." The old man became serious for a moment. "Zack, do you have anything you would like to discuss?"
Zack thought about it for a moment. "I overheard an argument between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall."
"Only one?"
"Uhh, well, yes. They were talking about sorting me into a house."
"Zack, I have to admit that I am concerned about that as well." He looked sympathetically at Zack over his glasses. "The Sorting Hat has never sorted anyone near your age, and I'm frankly curious to see what happens."
Zack had only given cursory thought to his living accommodations since his arrival, but listening to the Headmaster he was becoming worried.
"I've decided," Dumbledore said, "we will sort you separately this Friday."
"If you think that's best." Zack felt relieved that he wouldn't have to be intermingled with a gaggle of 11-year olds next Wednesday. Although, he was looking forward to seeing his niece again. I bet she will be strutting around like she owns the place.
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Thursday was a very busy day at Hogwarts as the rest of the staff arrived en masse. The quiet that Zack was used to disappeared into a flurry of activity. He didn't see Peeves at all and assumed he must have been off pestering the new arrivals. He certainly is enthusiastic about his "duties," thought Zack, enjoying a rare uneventful stroll through the corridors. So this is what its like to walk a hallway as opposed to dodging one's way. He ran his hand through his hair and smiled. Wherefore art thou now Ginny?"
Another day dawned and bright sunlight flooded the castle and, Zack decided to take advantage with a stroll around the grounds to find a nice spot to a bit of reading. The forest was out of bounds, but that was no great loss as he'd never been much of woodsman anyway. He sauntered toward the large pond he and Hagrid flew over on their way in, admiring the sun reflecting off of the gently stirring water and the birds swooping over likely looking for some lunch. He squinted at the bright reflections off the water and heard a rush of water. A wave of water lapped onto the shore at his feet. He shielded his eyes trying to see what could have caused it. Nessie? You in there? He decided it was best to look for another spot. The castle and the grounds looked magnificent and Zack reminded himself to tell Hagrid what a great job he was doing. Damn it's bright out here, what I need is some shade. He spotted a huge willow tree standing all by itself near the castle. Perfect. It wasn't the largest tree he'd seen; the sequoias and redwoods he'd visited in California were larger, but it was still an impressive specimen. As he neared the he began to feel uneasy; shaking off the feeling, he kept walking.
"Doesn't it seem odd to you that that tree stands completely alone?"
Startled, Zack spun around and saw a man with tousled black hair and glasses leaning up against a nearby wall. His heart pounding in his chest, Zack took a couple of deep breaths and collected himself. "Shit, you surprised me." The man got up and Zack thought he looked familiar. "Have we met?"
"I don't believe so," he answered, extending his hand to Zack who shook it. "Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you, Harry, I'm Zack Flood." Zack remembered the name. "You're Hermione's friend, aren't you?"
Harry laughed. "Well, I must say I've never been greeted like that before." Zack looked confused. "Don't worry about it. Yes, I'm Hermione's friend. Have you seen her?"
"Dumbledore told me she's in Madagascar retrieving some potion ingredients."
"That's my Hermione; she never lets moss grow under her feet. Do you know when she'll be back?"
"I think the Headmaster said Sunday.
Say, I was just about to sit under that tree for a spell and do some
reading. Would you care to join me? Maybe we can
chat a bit about Hermione and Ron." Zack put a little bit of emphasis on Ron's
name to see if it would get a reaction.
"So, you've met Ron as well."
"Yes, he has." Ron said, appearing from around the corner.
"Ron! What the hell are you doing here?" Harry asked, grinning from ear to ear and rushing over to hug him.
"Mum sent me to check up on the first year here," Ron replied, indicating Zack.
"First year!? You're joke…oh you must be that guy I read about in the Prophet."
"Yeah, that's me. But before you go jumping to any conclusions, that paper is full of exaggerations and half-truths."
"Sure it is," Harry said sarcastically.
"It is! How can you believe that I…" Zack started to protest, but Ron cut him off.
"Whoa there, Zack. He's only teasing you. If there's anyone that knows about the dubious nature of the Daily Prophet, it's Harry."
Zack decided not to pursue that and instead addressed Ron directly. "I'm not a baby, you know. So you can go home and tell your Mum that I can take care of myself." Before anyone could respond a rustling sound erupted behind Zack, followed by a loud squawk. He turned in time to see the willow take a swing at a passing gull. He looked back at Harry and Ron who were laughing.
"You can take care of yourself, can you? Well, Ron, it just so happens that before you came by, Zack here was about to get up close and personal with the Whomping Willow."
"Whomping Willow?" Zack asked.
Ron shook his head, smiling at Zack. "Had you approached it, we'd likely be pulling you out of the ground like a lawn stake right about now."
Zack looked at the tree and then back at them, wondering if they were kidding him. "You're joking, right?"
"No we're not. In fact, I doubt there is anyone else that has gotten as close to that tree as we have. Wouldn't you say, Ron?" Harry asked.
"I still have the broken wand to prove it," Ron added and then laughed.
"This is obviously a reunion for you guys, so I'll just go and sit in the library where it's safe." Ron and Harry looked at him. "It is safe, isn't it?" The two old friends laughed, and Zack felt his cheeks start to burn.
"Don't be barmy. Hey Harry, you still remember how to get in the kitchens? I could do with a snack after my hike over from Hogsmeade," Ron asked.
"Of course," Harry answered. "You know, this would be a good time to show Zack around the castle." Harry winked at Ron.
"Am I missing something?"
Harry and Ron laughed again. "C'mon Zack, what we're going to show a few things that aren't on any maps. Well, official maps, anyway."
Zack enjoyed an afternoon of wandering the castles, listening to two old friends reminisce. He took special care to remember the secret entrance to Hogsmeade and how to get into the kitchens. They ended up in the Gryffindor common room where they gave him a tour and talked some more about old times.
"There's the fireplace where I'd talk to Sirius," Harry said sadly and then clarified it for Zack. "He was my Godfather."
The use of past tense was not lost on Zack. "I'm sorry."
"I still miss him sometimes."
Ron patted Harry gently on the back. "I know, I know."
Harry took off his glasses and wiped away a tear. Before he put them back on Zack saw an odd shaped scar on his forehead, but said nothing.
"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to depress everyone." Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I sure could use a drink."
"Me too," Ron and Zack said together.
"But where can we get a drink around here?" Zack asked.
"I've always suspected that McGonagall has a stash in her quarters," Harry said.
"I bet most of 'em do," Ron added. "Can you imagine dealing with kids like we were all day and NOT having any liquor around?"
"When you put it that way…" Harry started. "Wait a minute! Hagrid!" Without hesitation they headed over to Hagrid's hut.
"If he offers you some treacle fudge, I wouldn't take a very big piece," Harry suggested.
Ron added. "Yeah, Hagrid tries to cook but he's never seemed to grasp the concept. I dunno, maybe because he's part giant he needs extra dense food."
They arrived and luck was with them as Hagrid was at home. He was thrilled to see them all and sure enough had some Old Ogden's Firewhiskey hidden behind a stone next to the fireplace.
"Now, ya won't be tellin' Dumbledore, will ya?" Hagrid asked, pouring everyone a drink.
"As long as you keep it coming," Zack said, taking an appreciative sip. Ron and Harry agreed.
After several snorts of the potent potable, everyone was famished and ready for lunch. Harry asked Hagrid to join them, but the giant begged off.
"Thanks, but I got a card game at the Three Broomsticks." They all walked out and Hagrid closed the door behind them.
Zack's ears perked up. "What kind of card game? Could I join in some time?"
"Different games – eh, Wicked Warlocks, Kindly Kings, and sometimes even Muggle poker. But, I'm sorry, the men I play with don' take too kindly to outsiders. Besides, yer a student an' all; you'll be too busy fer that."
"I'm sure you're right, don't worry about it. You go and have fun," Zack said.
Hagrid shifted on his feet and forced a smile. "All right, then. I'll just be goin'. Great to see you Harry, Ron. Come around again soon, okay?" They nodded their assent and Hagrid walked off toward the train station.
"Can we go to lunch now?" Ron whined.
And with that they walked – a little unsteadily – to the Great Hall. Harry told them a few bawdy jokes, but cut one off in the middle as they entered the Hall. Apparently they were not alone. A good number of teachers were seated around the tables at the head of the hall. The silence seemed to last an uncomfortably long time.
Dumbledore stood up and beckoned them forward. "Harry, Ron, Zack so good of you to join us. Please, there is plenty of room."
The tipsy group walked stiffly to the dais. Zack let Harry lead the way while he brought up the rear. Drunk in front of the entire staff. Great idea!
They reached the table and Dumbledore greeted Harry and Ron warmly, as did the rest of the staff. In fact, if Zack wasn't mistaken, the reception almost smacked of adoration. Except for two people: Professor Snape, who looked like he'd just tasted something mildly unpleasant, and Vala Tillinghast, whose gaze kept shifting back to Zack. Or maybe I just need to get a hold of myself. Lunch was delicious, but Zack was preoccupied watching the interaction between people. His earlier impression was confirmed as most of the table treated Harry with almost reverence. Twice Harry scratched that odd scar on his forehead.
"You know, I could take care of that for you." Zack said, looking at Harry.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
"That scar. I could remove it if you like. I'm a surgeon and have done similar procedures dozens of times."
The last word echoed in the complete and total silence that followed his offer. Zack looked around the table and noticed looks of disbelief and horror on the faces of everyone but Snape - who was smirking. Even Ron was looking at him as if he'd grown a third eye in the middle of his forehead. Harry's head was bowed towards the table, and Zack was afraid that he was crying.
"I'm sorry. I didn't…I couldn't have…" Zack started, but stopped when Harry raised his head. He was smiling and stifling a laugh.
"Can you just imagine the headline in the Prophet if I did that?" Harry laughed heartily, joined by Dumbledore and somewhat nervously by a few of the other teachers.
Zack caught McGonagall's eye and she gave him a quizzical look that he couldn't quite figure out.
"Zack, you are indeed a rarity in this place," Harry said, lifting his glasses and wiping away a few tears.
"Apparently."
"As tempting as the offer is, I have to respectfully decline. Now, pass the potatoes."
Zack complied and the incident was apparently over as the rest of the table slowly resumed lunch. Troubled by the incident, he wanted to find out more about Harry Potter. If nothing else, he wanted to avoid being lynched should he look at him in the wrong way. He nudged Ron softly under the table and Ron turned to him.
Zack whispered, "What did I do?"
Ron picked up his napkin and made to wipe his mouth. "I'll tell you after lunch."
Zack picked up his fork but put it back down; he'd lost his appetite. The liquor was also wearing off, and he was getting a nasty headache to boot. He spent the rest of the meal drinking water and trying to avoid insulting anyone. He caught Vala's eye and she smiled. At least Vala still seems to like me.
But Zack needn't have worried. By the time they got back to the guest quarters, both Harry and Ron were laughing about the incident.
"Any chance you guys can spend the night? There are two extra beds you know."
"Why not," Harry responded cheerfully. "It's been almost seven years since I've spent the night here. Whadya say, Ron?"
"I guess it'd be all right. But I need to send an owl letting the Cannons know I'll be missing tonight's meeting."
That settled, the three of them made themselves comfortable. The afternoon sun shone through the glass making the room warm. Zack dozed and Harry suggested he give up and take a nap. Zack drifted off listening to Ron asking Harry if he was going to try out for the English National team.
A gaunt figure with steel grey hair strode slowly across a huge marble floor. The sun blazed through an open window, yet the figure wore a heavy floor length cape. Impatience emanated from his hunched form.
A door opened and a wizard with curly black hair flecked with grey walked in and bowed.
"My liege. You sent for me?"
"I did. I have been waiting for over an hour."
The new man seemed unfazed. "I apologize; however, the new wards you placed on the house have made Apparating problematic. I had to walk the final mile."
"Is that a complaint I hear, Rosier?"
"Just keeping you informed."
The gaunt figure looked angry, but let the remark go. "Have you seen the paper?" He shoved a wrinkled paper at him.
"Yes I've seen it. Is there something in particular?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. Read this paragraph." He unruffled the paper and pointed.
"Are you asking me to obtain this item?"
The gaunt figure smiled evilly in reply and the younger man left hastily.
Zack sat bolt upright and both Harry and Ron turned to him, concerned.
"Zack, are you ok?" Ron asked, getting up and walking over.
Shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his face, Zack looked at Ron. "I think so. I was dreaming, but I don't know what about." He took a deep breath and let it out slow trying to get his bearings.
Harry came over with a pitcher of water and a glass, which he gave to Zack, who accepted it gratefully and drained the glass.
"Can you remember any of it?" Harry asked.
"Two men talking, but that's all I can remember."
"Are you sure?" Ron chimed in. "It could be important."
Zack saw the concerned looks on their faces and tried to concentrate on the image, but it dissipated. "No, I'm sorry. It's gone."
"Have you had dreams like this often?" Harry asked, putting the pitcher down on the night stand.
"Nothing definite, but for some reason I think I have. Should I be worried?"
Ron and Harry exchanged a look, and Ron sat down on the edge of the bed. "Not right now. But just in case, I'd write down anything you can remember in the future."
Zack got off of the bed and stared off into space for a moment, his brow furrowed.
"Hey, it's probably nothing," Harry offered.
Probably, that's comforting. "What time is it anyway?"
"Just past 6:00," Ron answered.
"Wow, I slept for almost three hours." He stretched his arms over his head. "You guys want to get some dinner?"
They all agreed that food was a good idea and started to clean up. Zack was in the bathroom washing his face when he heard a knock on the door. He peered out and saw Scooby bringing some pajamas and extra towels. Zack watched as Ron tossed a set of pajamas to Harry and walked over to one of the beds.
"I really miss Hogwarts sometimes, you know," Ron said, putting a set of pajamas on his bed.
Harry, with a far away look on his face, agreed with a gentle nod. "Me too."
Zack felt like he was spying, so slipped back into the bathroom to finish cleaning up.
"Hey Zack," Ron shouted. Zack dried off his face and poked his head out.
"Yyyeesss," Zack responded.
"You know my Dad is coming tomorrow?"
"Is he?"
"To take you shopping?"
"Is that tomorrow?"
"You didn't remember?"
"Should I have?"
"If you guys don't stop trading questions I'm going to curse you both," Harry said, fingering his wand.
Zack chuckled and came out to get dressed.
They headed to dinner, which was uneventful until Zack asked a question that was bothering him.
"If you don't want to answer I'll understand, but I'd be very interested in hearing how got that scar?"
For the briefest of moments a cloud came over Harry's face. "I got it when an evil wizard killed my parents and then tried to kill me. I was only a year old." He proceeded to relay the entire incident and how the evil wizard was Voldemort and how he believed he needed to kill Harry because of a prophecy.
There was too much for Zack to digest at that moment but he did ask one question. "How did you survive the first attack?"
"For the longest time, I was led to believe that it was because my mother died to protect me. But a few years ago I found out that there was a great deal more to it." Harry paused and took a drink of wine. Ron and Zack exchanged a look, and Zack knew this was new to Ron as well. "It turned out that the Order of the Phoenix knew Voldemort would likely try to kill me, so they each cast protection spells on me. But the catch was that in order to keep the spells at full strength, they would lie dormant unless both my parents were killed." Harry took a deep breath, drained his goblet of wine and looked over at Ron.
"When did you find this out?" Ron asked clearly taken aback.
"Mad Eye Moody told me before he died. He said I deserved to know the whole truth."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the food laying forgotten on the table. Even though Zack didn't know several of the references Harry made it seemed kind of fishy.
Zack seemed to think there might be even more to it than Harry had just related. "I'm not exactly an expert on Voldemort, but he sounds like an evil man."
Harry stared at him. "He was a murderer. He killed a sixteen year old boy right in front of me for no reason. It's hard to think about it now but the entire wizarding world was in a panic at the very thought of him. And from what I've been told it was even worse about the time I was born."
Zack sat silent for a moment letting the information sink in. "And from what you said about the prophecy earlier, your parents knew you were in great danger."
Ron spoke up. "What are you drivin' at?"
"I'm not sure, but…"
Harry cut him off. "…is it possible they planned to die to save me?" He paused. "I'm afraid so."
Zack could only imagine the burden this must have placed on a young Harry, to live only because your parents sacrificed themselves. "But wait a minute what about that Peter guy? They couldn't have known he'd betray them, could they? You said they were best friends in school."
"That's the only part I'm not sure about; but from what I've heard about my Dad, I wouldn't be surprised if he knew Peter would betray them. That would explain why he let Sirius back out; to bait the trap."
Just then the main door to the hall closed and Dumbledore walked over to them. "I trust you are enjoying your dinner."
Zack started to speak up but stopped when he saw the expression on Ron's face. They all watched the Headmaster expectantly. It was clear to Zack that Dumbledore somehow knew what they'd been talking about.
"It was your Father's idea, Harry. He wanted a back up plan in case the Fidelius Charm failed." The sympathy emanating from Dumbledore seemed almost palpable. "We all hoped it would never come to that."
Harry tried to speak but couldn't. So Zack decided to ask something.
"Headmaster?" Albus turned to look at him. "Is Harry right that this was more than a 'last resort' plan?"
With a look of resignation, Albus answered. "I should have seen it all along; but James never told us about Sirius switching with Peter. It may also explain why he refused to have me as their secret keeper."
The three sat in stunned silence after the confirmation from Dumbledore. He added with great regret in his voice. "Of course, I cannot be certain, but I think they thought they had found a way to defeat Voldemort once and for all and save Harry's life. And it did work…eventually."
They sat for several moments no one knowing what to say. Harry broke the silence. "After all this time I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Given the same circumstances, I might even do the same thing if it meant my life or my child's."
Zack had always thought of suicide as anathema for the havoc it wreaked on those left behind, but he was in no position to judge people he didn't even know.
"I think after that we could all use a stiff drink," Dumbledore offered. With a wave of his hand an ancient looking bottle appeared on the table and four rocks glasses. He pulled out the stopper and even across the table Zack could smell the aroma of peat. "This was a gift from a very good friend of mine – Warrego Antipodes. It is only one of three bottles left from this particular year from Cardow, and I have two of them."
"I didn't know you drank." Ron said.
"Of course, dear boy. My brother is a bartender, afterall." He slowly poured each of them one finger of the extremely pale brown liquid.
"Cardow? Is that related to Cardu somehow?" Zack asked taking an appreciative sniff of the ancient scotch.
"It is one in the same, but prior to 1861 it was Cardow."
"So you're saying this Scotch is over 150 years old?!" Zack looked again at the liquid in his glass with amazement. He took a sip and his whole body felt warm. "This is better than sex."
"I'm going to tell Ginny you said that," Ron teased and took a sip of his own drink. "But you may be right."
The extraordinary Scotch and the infectious good humor of Dumbledore lessened the pain of the awful revelations made earlier and they talked of slightly less weightier matters like the upcoming Quidditch season.
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Arthur arrived early Friday morning – too early. All three of them were feeling the after effects of too much alcohol. They took turns getting cleaned up as Arthur stayed and told them of events at the Ministry. He looked surprisingly normal in khaki pants and a button down burgundy shirt -- it was only the pink Converse court shoes that hinted at his true nature.
"It looks like we might be starting up some raids again," Arthur said tiredly. "But I am grateful that I won't be leading them, I can tell you."
"Raidsth?" Zack asked from the bathroom, a mouth full of toothpaste.
"There are some disturbing rumors of increased dark magic activity." He turned to Ron and Harry. "Well, you two know…" Arthur stopped suddenly, his face turning beet red. "I mean, you've certainly heard, or read something."
What the hell was that about?
"You were going to tell Zack what a raid is," Harry suggested helpfully.
"Of course – the raids. It makes sense you wouldn't know Zack. I keep forgetting you are so new to the wizarding world." He took a deep breath and followed it with a drink of water. "Ownership of dark magic artifacts is illegal. I admit that we tend to look the other way for the minor things. And since the downfall of Voldemort and his followers," Zack had to strain to hear the name when Arthur whispered it, "we have been a little lax with enforcement – at least in my opinion. Nevertheless, there are still many powerful dark magic texts, relics, and talismans out there that in the wrong hands could be deadly."
Zack was getting nervous listening to Arthur speak about the "other side" of magic. "I guess Voldemort wasn't the only evil wizard about then? Of course, when you think it about it, it's just human nature."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked tying his boots.
"Just that all humans are capable of great good and great evil. Why should the wizarding world be any different?" Zack commented, putting on a pair of well-worn blue jeans.
"Such a cheerful thought. Thanks, Zack," Harry said sarcastically.
"Like this is a surprise to you guys. How 'bout I take off my philosopher hat and stow it away."
"Would you guys hurry up? I'm starving," Ron complained, standing near the door.
Breakfast was hurried, and soon Harry, Arthur, and Zack were off to London. Ron had received an owl at breakfast with instructions to check out a new beater candidate in Belgium.
"Never been there, but it should be fun. You guys watch yourselves in London. Especially you Dad."
"We'll be fine. You enjoy your trip to Belgium," Arthur said, ignoring the caution from his son. "Now it's ten till ten, so we have a few minutes before the Portkey is due to activate. Do we have everything?"
Zack checked his pockets and verified that he had his wallet with his credit cards. "I'm all set. Do you have any Muggle money Arthur?"
"I only have a few pounds," he said bashfully. "It's Molly's way of keeping me from buying anything."
"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley. If you see anything you like, I'd be happy to pay for it," Harry offered.
"That won't be necessary Harry – and please call me Arthur – you're a grown man now."
"Arthur, where will be arriving?" Zack asked, checking his watch.
"I've arranged for us to arrive in room four at the Leaky Cauldron."
"And where in London is that exactly?" Zack asked, having been there but not knowing geographically where it was.
"It's on Charing Cross Road," Harry volunteered. He smiled at Zack's disbelief. "I know, I was shocked as well."
"Perfect! It's only a short walk to Oxford Circus where there are plenty of stores for me to buy some clothes," Zack said. "There are also plenty of stores where you can immerse yourself up to your eyeballs in all kinds of 'Muggle stuff.'" Arthur smiled with undisguised glee, and both Zack and Harry had to laugh.
"Okay, it's just about time," Arthur announced, pulling out a rather sorry looking bowler hat. "Both of you touch the brim now - here we go."
The world shifted and a moment later they were in a fairly nice hotel room. Zack just managed to keep the contents of stomach where they belonged.
"Do you ever get used to it?" Zack asked, sitting on the bed for a moment.
"It's always a bit disconcerting, but you do get used to it. Or at least most people do."
"Mr. W…I mean, Arthur, there's a letter on the desk addressed to you," Harry said, picking it up and handing it over.
"I wonder what this could be?" Arthur opened the letter and then smiled. "It's from Bill. He wants to meet us at 2:00 for lunch at some place called Maroush on Edgware Road. Do either of you know where that is?"
Zack spoke. "Sure, I've eaten there several times. Very tasty Lebanese cuisine -- cheap too."
Arthur looked at his watch. "It's a few minutes after 11:00 now. How long do you think it will take us to get there?"
"It's not too far, less than two miles I would think. We'll just walk up Charing Cross Road up to Oxford Street and take it to Edgware. Lots of great shopping along the route as well," Zack answered, starting to feel better. "If we get tired, we'll hop on a bus or take the tube."
"Tube?" Arthur asked.
"The Underground. It's the subway system."
"Ah yes, I've ridden that once. Very crowded. I like Muggles as much as the next wizard, but not all at once."
"It's not always that way, but there's no reason to chance it on such a nice day."
"Are we going to talk all day or are we going to go shopping?" Harry asked.
"By all means let's go," Arthur agreed.
Zack remembered that Covent Garden was close by and there was a cigar shop he liked. "I've got a better idea; let's start out at Covent Garden. There's a cigar shop there I like."
"That would be fine. In fact, I could use a bit more pipe tobacco."
So they headed out to the street and Zack was surprised to see that the people walking down the alley acted as if the three of them were invisible. "Can't they see us?"
"We're not invisible, if that is what you mean, but as we are near the Leaky Cauldron Muggles subconsciously overlook us," Harry explained. "The Leaky Cauldron and many other magic sites have aversion spells, so Muggles ignore them."
"Fascinating."
Once they were a few yards from the entrance, the people started taking notice of them again, at least to avoid running into them.
Zack thought about taking the Strand, but decided against it because of the constant flow of traffic and opting instead to take the most direct route to Covent Garden.
"There sure are a great number of pubs," Arthur commented, as they wound their way around the throng of fellow shoppers.
"Would you like to go in and get a pint?" Zack asked.
"Oh no, it's too early for me, but maybe later."
As they walked, Zack remembered coming here with his mother. She had a curious habit of relating tidbits of history for many of the places they went. He recalled that Covent Garden was for many decades the country's principal fruit and vegetable market, but was relocated in the early 70's due to the congestion. Many empty buildings were left behind, but not for long. The area was completely renovated in the latter half of the 70's and the first shops opened in the 80's. Zack liked the quaint shops that made up the neighborhood, especially the tobacco shop – Segar and Snuff Parlour – which he considered one of the finest anywhere. Zack picked up a nice selection of Cuban cigars including Punch, Cohibas, and Romeo y Julieta. Arthur did select a couple of bags of pipe tobacco, and even Harry bought a couple of cigars at Zack's urging. Zack decided to go ahead and smoke a short one as they perused the shops. He enjoyed the smoke, but was a little disappointed in Arthur's polite interest with the many toy & gadget stores that Zack led them to.
"Is there something bothering you, Arthur?" Zack asked as they perused Benjamin Pollock's Toy Shop.
"Not at all, this is very interesting. In fact, I remember some of the toys here from my own youth." He then went back examining a couple of graphite drawings. "Orsino the Enchantress? Hmmm, I remember her. She was a Slytherin, I believe." He looked up at the blank expressions on Harry's and Zack's faces. "Well, that was many years before your time."
Harry pulled Zack aside. "Is there an electronic store or something around here?"
Zack scratched his head. "I made some color copies once somewhere near here. Would that work?" Harry nodded, smiling.
They headed down King Street to Bedford where they found Expocentric. Arthur's eyes lit up as he watched an increasingly nervous woman make a great number of color copies. Arthur watched with awe as copy after copy filled the tray. The woman hurriedly gathered up her belongings and left the premises, much to Arthur's disappointment. The young man behind the counter didn't seem to care much.
"How can anyone draw so quickly and exactly?" Arthur asked having looked at the copier from every angle except underneath. "They must be very small as well."
"Arthur, think of the copier as a high speed camera," Zack suggested.
"But wouldn't the creature in there get tired of taking pictures in a tight space like that?"
Zack shook his head. "I'm no mechanical engineer, but I can tell you that there is no creature inside that machine. If you could only see the inside work. I know, we'll ask the attendant to explain." Zack turned to ask the attendant who was busy on the phone and picking his teeth with a credit card. "Maybe not."
Arthur looked crestfallen. "Arthur how about we make a copy of your face?" Harry asked.
"Oh, could I really?"
"Why not," Zack said, fishing some change out his pockets. "Now Arthur, it's important to keep your eyes closed because a very bright flash is necessary for each copy, and it might hurt your eyes." The coins clinked into the tray and Zack made sure the settings were okay – strangely enough human face was not one of the preset settings – and pushed the copy button. A quick flash ensued followed by a gasp of surprise by Arthur.
"Oh my." Arthur stumbled and Harry caught and steadied him. "How fascinating."
Zack pulled out the copy and sure enough, Arthur's eyes were wide open and a look of pure glee on his frozen countenance. "I see you don't listen to directions. Having listened to Harry and Ron reminisce yesterday, I'm guessing you were in Gryffindor too."
Arthur turned and began to lecture a life size poster of some woman selling toner cartridges. "Now you see here young man…"
"Arthur, I'm over here."
Wobbling slightly, he turned a little to his left to face Zack. "I was in Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean…oh, what pretty stars," he said looking all around.
Shaking his head Zack led them out of the store and back onto Bedford Street. He looked at his watch and saw it was almost noon. Suddenly he thought of something. "Cadenheads."
"Excuse me?" Harry asked holding lightly onto Arthur's sleeve.
"I just remembered that the finest Scotch house in London is rather close by. But, damn. I don't want to haul those bottles all over Oxford Circus."
"You won't have to, dear boy. We can surely shrink the bottles to a more manageable size," Arthur offered, blinking his eyes and squinting at Zack. "I think my vision is getting better."
Zack smiled. Ain't magic wonderful. "You've made my day, Mr. W."
"Mr. W? Hmm, I kind of like that."
They headed over to Cadenheads where Zack picked out 10 bottles of various single cask Scotches to take back to Hogwarts. Both and Harry and Arthur looked at him askance. "It's going to be a long year, I expect. It's best to stock up."
"I would be circumspect with that, Zack. I get the feeling Dumbledore would frown on such a hefty supply of alcohol at school," Arthur cautioned. "But I think I will take a bottle or two of the Glenmorangie 18 year, if you would be so kind."
"I'd be happy to. Harry would you like anything?"
"None for me, thanks; I prefer vodka. But, I would be careful back at Hogwarts and not because of Dumbledore." Harry had Zack's full attention. "If McGonagall or Snape find that in your quarters…"
There was no need to continue. Zack knew it wouldn't be pretty. The owner rang up the Scotch and Zack could see that he wasn't the only one happy about his purchases.
"You be sure and come back anytime Mr. Flood. I mean anytime," the owner said, handing back Zack his credit card. "Have a nice day."
"You do the same," Zack responded.
The bulk and weight of his purchases made it difficult to walk out of the door. But it didn't take too long to find a quiet corner where Arthur shrunk them all to the size matchsticks.
"Cool. I've got to learn to do that spell."
"You will my boy, you will."
They decided to head over to Oxford Street so they wouldn't be late for lunch with Bill. Packed as always, the mass of humanity was eye opening for Arthur, who struggled to wade through everyone. Twice Zack stopped him from stepping in front of traffic. They stopped in a few stores but Zack didn't find any clothes he liked. He did insist they stop in Clarks though, to get Arthur a proper pair of shoes. Arthur ogled the many different varieties of shoes but seemed even more amazed at the different sizes. They picked out a promising pair of black leather short boots and Arthur enjoyed the process of getting his feet measured.
After the salesman left them Zack spoke up. "Everyone's feet are different sizes, Arthur. I'm sure it's the same in…where you're from." Zack almost forgot they were amongst Muggles.
"Of course we do. But we just change the shoes to make them fit."
As soon as Arthur finished the salesmen came back. "I'm sorry but we don't have a size 43 in stock but I brought out a size 41 and a size 46." He looked abashed as he left them to attend to someone else.
Arthur just smiled and squeezed into the size 41. He then took out his wand and whispered Engorgio. The left shoe grew slightly and Arthur repeated the spell one more time. He followed the same procedure with the right shoe until it fit. Zack looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed, but they all seemed oblivious. Soon the attendant came back and asked if he could bring out anymore shoes.
"These will do just fine," Arthur said standing up.
The salesmen scratched his head and looked at Harry and then Zack, who both shrugged their shoulders. "I guess I'll just ring it up then. I take it you intend to wear them out?"
"Eventually they'll wear out I expect, but I hope it's not too soon."
"Ookay," the young man said, bewildered.
The three wizards left the store and meandered further up Oxford Street. Zack decided on Next clothing as a promising place to buy some clothes. He and Harry tried on some clothes while Arthur wandered through the store. Zack realized he hadn't been clothes shopping for years and made up for lost time buying several pairs of jeans and khakis, a dozen shirts, two new belts, underwear, socks, and anything else he could imagine needing. Harry also bought a couple of items. Arthur came back holding a Little Mermaid watch.
"Look how the tail swishes to indicate the seconds ticking." Zack chuckled and added the watch to the pile. On the way out Harry noticed it was almost 1:30 and they still had a little ways to go to get to Maroush.
"We better get a move on. I'm pretty sure I know where it is, but it may take a little bit of looking. Before we start going, would you do the honors Harry?" They walked behind a newspaper stand and surreptitiously shrunk the packages. The throng of people had only increased, and they didn't make it to Edgware Street until almost 2:00. They found the restaurant almost immediately, as Bill was standing outside waiting for them.
Bill shook Harry's hand. "Hello gentlemen, having fun?"
The foursome sat down and ordered a cornucopia of Middle Eastern delights. While they waited, they showed Bill the copy of Arthur's face and discussed various details about Bill's trip to London. The food was delectable and the conversation pleasant, until Bill turned to Zack.
"About your wand…" A person at the next table looked towards them and Bill lowered his voice. "I did some research on that cross-like symbol and I think I have a lead for you."
Zack sat up and leaned in. "Well?"
Bill smiled. "There is an ancient Egyptian artifact with a very similar shape called the Rose Cross. There is a great deal of mythos surrounding it and whether it even really exists. It is supposed to be a talisman of great power, but as to what kind of powers I have yet to find anything credible. Rest assured, I'm still looking."
Zack sat back. "Thanks Bill. I'd forgotten you were looking into that until now. I wonder what it means?"
Harry took the last piece of baklava. "I don't know, but it sure is interesting."
They paid the bill and walked outside.
"Well, what now?" Zack asked stretching his arms and yawning.
"I need to go the Liberty and pick up some Kiehls Abyssine Cream for one of my co-workers back in Cairo."
Arthur perked up "Oh?"
"Relax Dad, it's not what you think. She's my aura reader, and I'm doing her a favor."
"You need to settle down someday."
Bill rolled his eyes and led them towards the Marble Arch, and Harry suggested they stop by Selfridges on the way, and they enjoyed the store, though it was very crowded and too noisy.
Zack saw Arthur looking a bit uncomfortable. "You okay, Arthur?"
"I don't mean to be indiscreet, but I could use a loo."
"Of course, I could use one too. Hey Bill," Zack called out and Bill turned. "We'll be back in a minute." Bill acknowledged them with a wave.
With all of the fantastic items in Selfridges, Arthur was most interested in the automatic flushing toilets and the ice-cold water fountains. In fact, he made every toilet flush once and would have continued had an attendant not urged him to leave. All the while Arthur kept muttering, about the "genius of Muggles."
The group then headed off to Liberty.
"What time is the Portkey set for Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked sipping a soda he'd bought from a street vendor.
"Six o'clock, and its just past five now. But this is a new, improved model and can be delayed for up to eight hours. I made the adjustment myself," Arthur proudly announced.
Zack patted him on the back. "Way to go Mr. W." The other two added their congratulations as well.
They arrived at Liberty with 40 minutes to spare. Zack was never terribly impressed with this store and so he told them he'd meet them outside or a bit up the alley. "I won't be far," he promised.
Zack wandered aimlessly up the strangely deserted alley. "Where is everyone?"
"They all had something else to do."
Zack jumped at the voice that came out of nowhere. He whirled and saw a fortyish man with slicked-backed black hair flecked with grey sitting at an outside café table. He was rather lazily twirling a wand in his right hand.
"I believe you have something of mine," he said and pointed his wand at Zack. Shit! "Petrificus Totalus."
Zack felt his whole body go rigid and he fell sideways, his shoulder impacting a chair before he landed face down on the ground. He couldn't speak or even move his eyes. Panic would have set in had he been able to even think straight. He felt the man roll him over, but Zack couldn't move his eyes to memorize the face of his attacker. His eyes came to rest on the sign Café Fred.
"All too easy. Now where is it?" Zack felt the man pat him down. He pulled out his wallet but tossed it away. Anger creeped into the man's voice as his searching grew more frantic. "Where is your damn wand, boy?"
Zack smiled (internally anyway). It's lucky I find carrying the wand a damn nuisance.
"Since I cannot find what I came for, I believe some pain is in order. But don't worry, I wouldn't do anything permanent, if you understand me," the stranger added.
Zack could feel the spell starting to weaken, and he was able move his eyes in time to see the wizard raise his wand. When Zack related the story later, he would tell everyone that it was the smile that did it. If the wizard would have just cast the spell – Zack would have been in trouble – but the wizard did smile before…"EXPELLIRAMUS!" The man's wand flew high into the air and he was knocked off his feet, flying backwards into a table with an umbrella. Arthur had come to the rescue.
He stopped to check on Zack, as Harry and Bill rushed past them to chase the man who somehow was able to gather himself and stagger off into the crowd on Oxford Street.
"Zack, are you okay?" Arthur Weasley asked, looking at Zack's bruised face.
Zack struggled but was able to mutter through clenched teeth that he could barely move. "Cast…a…spell, I think."
"What did he say? It's important."
"Petrificus Totalus."
Relief flooded the elder-wizards countenance. "You'll be fine in 10 minutes or so. It's only temporary."
It took only a couple of minutes for Zack to regain most of his movement, much to Arthur's surprise. "You certainly recover quickly."
Soon after, Harry and Bill returned, cursing and out of breath.
"The bastard cast an invisibility spell right in the middle of a large group of Muggles. But, but I did find this," Harry announced, handing over a crumpled newspaper.
Arthur took it and read. "Leave it to the damn Daily Prophet." He turned it around so Zack could read the headline and see the picture.
Oldest First Year Gets Ancient Wand
This reporter has learned that Zack Flood, pictured here, was the recipient of a wand more than 500 years old from Ollivander's. The estimated value of this wand is said to be thousands of galleons on the open market. This reporter wonders what this adult will do with such a wand among the children at Hogwarts. Stay tuned.
"It looks like a treasure hunter then," Bill said, grabbing and crumbling up the paper and throwing it in a nearby trash can in disgust.
"I guess we'll have to stop by Ollivander's on the way home then. You can't be without a wand," Arthur said checking his watch.
Zack flushed a bit. "He didn't get it."
"Where in the world did you hide it?" Harry asked.
"Uh, my room at Hogwarts."
"Zack, didn't I tell you to carry your wand at all times? It's your only protection against other wizards."
"Yes, Dad."
"I'm serious Zack. You are a wizard now, whether you like it or not. Promise me you will never leave Hogwarts without it."
Zack's face burned at Arthur's chastisement. "Okay, I promise. But someone has to show me how to carry the damn thing so it doesn't get in the way."
Bill and Harry laughed, but Arthur was not amused. "Maybe we should go to the Ministry, just in case?"
Bill rolled his eyes. "And waste all day filling out paperwork? Besides if they think it's that important they'll find us."
Arthur looked at each of the group in turn. "Perhaps you're right. It would be a shame to ruin the rest of the day."
"I'd agree with that," a voice said from behind them.
"I know that voice." Zack said turning around. "Mick, Barney! What the hell are you guys doing here?"
"Hey Zack…hello Weasley," Barney drawled. "Long time no see."
Bill turned a cautious, but knowing eye towards the duo. "Hey Barney, I never thought I'd set eyes on you again."
"That's what's wonderful about life…it's full of surprises."
Zack stood mouth agape looking back and forth between the two men. "How? I mean you guys…"
Mick shook his head. "Erudite as always, I see."
Zack rolled his eyes at Mick and turned back to Barney. "Well?"
"It's a long story mate," Barney started.
"Best told over some pints of ale," Mick finished.
"I've got to hear about this. Arthur, can you reset, er…delay our departure," Harry asked, seemingly as surprised as Zack.
"I admit, I'm a bit curious as well. Give me a minute." He turned from the group and then back again. "Okay, we're all set."
They discussed where to go, and Mick made the decision for them. "I know, let's head over to the Swallow Street Bar. It's a little swank, but attracts a good bit of tail…er, attractive women."
They hit the bar and started with some food and ale and, soon they were drinking in earnest. It turned out that Bill and Barney had shared the affections of a certain woman and both insisted that the other lost out. About an hour after they had arrived, they had just received another round of cocktails when a person no one expected to see showed up at their table looking haughty and appalled.
The man was a red-haired officious looking wizard of about 30, and he marched up to Arthur's chair. "Father, I would have thought you would know better than to associate with these people, right out in the open."
Mick turned to Barney and Zack. "I think we've just been insulted."
"I believe you're right. What should we do about it?" Barney said officiously.
Mick responded in kind. "Another drink perhaps…as salve for the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune."
"What are you talking about?" Percy asked impatiently.
"Percy, so good of you to drop by!" Arthur mumbled, finally taking note of the new arrival.
"Who are these men you are with? Please ask them to leave."
"Chill Percy. Have a seat, and we'll tell you all about it," Bill said.
"I'm on official Ministry business, and I need to speak with Zack Flood right now."
Bill bristled at Percy's tone. "Percy, unless you sit down right this minute and have a drink, you won't be talking to anyone."
He sat down, clearly annoyed and ordered an iced tea. As the waitress walked away, Zack noticed that Mick got up and followed her over to the bar, whispered in her ear, and handed her something. Soon the drink arrived, and Percy took a healthy sip.
"This is a good iced tea. Now, I need to talk to Zack Flood right now."
"Nice to meet you too," Zack said offering his hand across the table.
"Of course," Percy responded, shaking his hand stiffly. "Can we go somewhere private?"
"These are all my friends and anything you want to say to me you can say in front of them."
"Yeah," Barney added.
"What he said," Harry chimed in, draining the contents of his glass.
Percy looked annoyed and finished off his iced tea waving for another one. "This isn't something we can discuss in front of just anyone." He gave the hairy eyeball to Mick and Barney who responded with smiles.
"C'mon, Percy, spill it," Bill said at the same indicating to the waiter that another round was in order.
"We were notified of an attack near Regent Street at 5:46 pm, and I've been sent to check it out. Was there such an attack?"
"Interesting question. Ah, the drinks are here. Let's toast to good ole Percy here," Mick said, raising his glass. Everyone took a big drink. "Now what's this you were saying?"
"I'm heere tofind owut," Percy slurred, sat back and scratched his head. "Whawas I…oh yeah I haveit on good thority that Zack Flood wazz attacked witha Peshivikus Totalass curshe. Now, I've been sen here on thish very impordant mission to find out why." He took another drink and looked up at them with unfocused eyes. "I'm feelin a little shtrange."
Barney interrupted and lofted his glass in the air. "I have no idea what a pertotal rificus is but I'd say that calls for another toast! To the Ministry, - whatever that is-!"
"You there, stop listening!" Percy demanded pointing a shaky finger at Barney.
A red-faced Arthur ignored Percy and responded. "To the Ministry!" The whole table echoed the toast and drank.
Zack and Harry exchanged a look and a private chuckle at the various states of drunkenness of their companions as the toasts continued for a good hour as Percy spoke less and less about his purpose and more and more about the politics at work.
"The Aurors think, they're SOO smart." He emphasized his point by gesticulating and spilling a good bit of his drink in the process. "But without me they'd be…" Percy stopped when his gaze fell on Zack. He stood up and swayed dangerously close to the next table. "Wait a minute! I want answers and I want them now," he slurred in a loud voice, slamming his empty glass on the table.
Zack noticed the bartender look over at them. "Uh, Percy, you might want to calm down a bit."
"NO! YOU WILL COME WITH ME!" Percy shouted and pulled out his wand.
"Percy no!" Arthur said and grabbed the wand out of Percy's hand, making him fall over.
"GIVE THAT BACK NOW!"
"Excuse me sir, you need to quiet down or I'm afraid I will need to ask you to leave." A rather husky man had walked up behind Percy and put a hand on his shoulder.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I AM HERE ON OFFICIAL BUSINESS!" Percy swung around wildly, accidentally pushing Barney into a group of guys at the next table, causing several pints to spill over. One of the men, a bald muscular chap, took offense, picked up Barney and swung at him. Barney, having frequented bars all his life, knew how to duck. The man went flying into the bouncer, knocking him into another table, upsetting it and all of the contents. A melee ensued in which Zack, Harry, and Arthur hid under the table whilst their companions took part in the fracas. Mick and Barney loved brawling, and it appeared Bill did too as he pushed, punched, and parried right along side them. Percy had long ago been knocked unconscious, slumping on the floor against a fallen chair. Soon a couple of bobbies had arrived, and sirens could be heard in the distance. The fracas ended in short order, and it didn't take long for the cops to discern that Percy was the instigator. The police escorted the whole group of them to jail with Percy still out cold. Zack was unsurprised when he saw Mick and Barney outside the pub watching the rest of them being hauled off.
"It serves you right, you lawbreakers!" Mick shouted as they were loaded into the van.
Bloody Bastard.
At the police station, the officers took pity and didn't book them but instead just locked them in a holding cell until someone could come by and pick them up. It fell to Zack to make the phone call, as no one else could reach someone by phone. Fortunately (or unfortunately) his parents were home. After a short lecture about his age - specifically - acting like it, they agreed to come down, and promised to have Zack's aunt contact Mrs. Weasley.
Molly was coming.
The prospect sent a shiver up Zack's spine. And when he relayed the news, the already chill cell seemed to become even colder. Even Bill, with two black eyes and a bloody lip, managed to look worried. Arthur was tending to a moaning Percy, but managed to look like a man about to walk the plank. Harry just shrugged. Watching them all, Zack couldn't help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the whole situation. And it wasn't long before they all were laughing (except Percy of course) and talking about the events of the day.
Some time later, the door to the cell block slammed and a rapid tap, tap, tap came closer and closer. Something petite, red-haired, and angry this way comes…
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Many thanks to Juliane, Crow, and Lillith for their invaluable edits and suggestions.