Chapter 2:The White Wolves Society
Harry crossed the bridge and dragged his feet on the cobble stone streets of Hogsmede. The orangish light reflected on the shop windows and cascaded off onto the streets. He looked at the signs for "The Hog's Head" Inn. He reached for the dirty, rusted doorknob and twisted it slightly. It made a screeching sound, making everyone fully aware that Harry Potter has entered the building.
Remember, don't make eye contact and make things brief. He thought in his mind as he walked towards a small table at a corner of the room. A blond young man sat at the table, drumming his fingers steadily onto the cherry wood. Harry dreaded this meeting but it was the only way to make sure that things were clear between them once and for all.
"Finally, Potter. I thought you would never arrive," snared Draco. His semi-long blond bangs hung over his eyes. There was no need for eye contact. Harry hesitated to sit down.
"What in blazes are you waiting for? I haven't got all day. Now sit yourself down and order a drink," Draco demanded. He was beginning to grow impatient. Harry saw that and pulled out a chair and sat.
"Onto business, Malfoy. I don't want nonsense. We must get to the point," Harry said strictly.
"So he's dead, is he?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded and replied, "Yes, he is."
"Good riddance. I hate the idea that we run around like chickens running from the hunter," he said.
"Are they gone? Have they been sent to jail yet?" asked Harry.
"Not all but we've got that Bellatrix woman and…well….my Father." Draco seemed very bothered once he spoke the word "father".
"Look, it's not your fault that your father is corrupt. It wasn't your fault that you were once a death eater. You were born into it. You have no choice," Harry assured him.
"I suppose you're right. There is the matter of Dumbledore's death," Draco reminded Harry. Suddenly, the painful image of seeing Dumbledore die before this very own eyes came back. He sipped his mug bitterly.
"Well that as well, was forced upon you," Harry replied. There was a silence.
"So about that idea of yours, how else knows?" asked Draco.
"Hermione and Ron. And you. You are the very first members of the society. But remember, we have to keep this low profiled as possible. It puts us in dangerous positions," Harry said cautiously.
"What is it called?" asked Draco.
"The White Wolf Society. The WWS for short," Harry informed him.
" What's the objective?" asked Draco,
"To make sure there are no repeats of the last past years," Harry replied.
"Alright then. How are we to gain more members?" he asked.
"Well…I'm not quite sure yet," Harry said. How were they going to gain new members?
"And you call yourself "the Chosen One"," Draco sneered.
"If that's all, I'd like to depart from this meeting," Harry said with annoyance.
"Yes, that will be all," Draco replied.
Harry stood up from his seat and walked out the door, letting it slam behind him. As he left he ran straight into a long mane of scarlet red hair. It was Ginny.