Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I have a feeling this is not the last time I'll be writing this. And I'm probably right.
Chapter 4: 2 parts- A Defense Lesson in Concealment and Voldemort's Idea
For a little while, reader, we are going to leave unfortunate Lord Voldemort in a New York jail and go back across the Atlantic to England—to the Ministry of Magic.
Harry was looking at Draco, Parvati, and Narcissa.
We will now, reader, put this chapter in the context of a "how to" lesson. You know what I mean, don't you? Of course you do. Lovely.
This lesson should be titled as follows (this, I believe, is the most appropriate title for such a lesson).
How to Conceal Oneself from a Dark and Dangerous Wizard Particularly if One has Deserted Him and He will Kill You Upon Discovering Your Whereabouts
That basically sums everything up, now, doesn't it, reader?
Have you deserted a particularly powerful wizard lately?
Is he after you?
Are you on the run?
Did he follow you across an ocean, and did you run back?
Are you in a deathly situation?
Is your name Draco Abraxas Malfoy?
Well listen up. If you fulfill requirements, you simply do the following:
Land rudely in Harry Potter's Ministry office.
Acquaint him with all the circumstances.
Throw yourself at his feet and beg him to help you.
If Harry rolls his eyes and says, "Oh please. Not again," and then agrees, you're doing something right! If not, we can't help you.
Follow Harry with your bewildered girlfriend and mother to number 12, Grimmauld Place. If Harry ushers you inside, do not recoil, unlike your girlfriend. Pull your girlfriend inside.
If things get slightly violent, Stun her.
Stay in number 12 Grimmauld Place, no matter how much your mother protests.
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Harry showed them to the kitchen.
Dumbledore was there, eating some chicken soup that Molly Weasley had cooked. He was looking particularly pleased. "Molly, this is amazing."
Mrs. Weasley smiled, and then spotted Harry and his entourage. "Harry! Oh my dear, you look peaky, come sit down. And who in the name of Merlin are these people?"
"Erm, Mrs. Weasley, Professor Dumbledore, Draco, his mother, and Parvati are, to put it bluntly, on the run." Draco related all the circumstances.
Dumbledore agreed that they must stay on the condition that they did not leave (for he was still not entirely sure of Narcissa's loyalty). "And I assure you, this house is very well protected. But one mistake and your lives may be thrown into jeopardy."
Narcissa, Parvati, and Draco agreed, though Parvati insisted upon having a room "without spiders," at which Dumbledore had to smile.
Harry told them they'd be safe. Draco had to be content with that. But he still had misgivings…
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Meanwhile, in New York City, Voldemort was feeling vulnerable, irritated, frustrated, the whole nine yards.
He had distanced himself from Muggles AMAHP (my abbreviation for as much as humanly possible) and had no idea as to how a Muggle would escape from a prison.
What will I do now? No, mustn't think like that…Lord Voldemort always is in control. There. Breathe in, breathe out…that's better.
Now I think…I feel stupid. I should Apparate out! Why not?
Oh, buddy, there were many answers to that question.
