Chapter 11: Knockturn Maze
Author's Notes:
1) While I intended for this chapter to go on for longer, it had already been the longest gap between 2 chapters, so I decided to post a shorter one, so as to not make my story feel too dormant, even if it now makes this chapter look like too little on it's own. In my defense, I did warn this would happen. Next chapter tentatively includes a visit to Grimmauld Place, general bonding between Harry and the Tonks, and a time jump. There is also an outside chance of Sirius' escape being written (tell me if you want that).
2) Imagine them as Ben Affleck and Helena Bonham Carter.
3) I didn't have Harry go for upgrades to Ollivander, since something like that would've made sense to be at least mentioned in canon, and I don't like making things too unrealistic or divergent if I can avoid it. The part about the London trip seems unnecessary now, though I had already committed to it in the previous chapters, so leaving it unmentioned now would've seemed off. I do feel I managed to tie it into events usefully though.
4) Some of you may have noticed I have now listed Dumbledore as one of the title characters. To be honest, I felt like he was going to have a bigger role, so I decided to add him.
Enjoy!
Previously
Shortly after, another store caught his attention.
"Gandalf's Wandmakers: Producing Top-Quality Wands since 1609"
...
Harry looked at the old but well-kept store with more than a little interest.
'Another wandmaker? Well, it's not surprising I guess, when people say 'everyone gets their wand from Ollivander's, I don't think they mean he's the only wandmaker in the area, he's just very popular.'
Walking up and pushing the door open, he was surprised by what he saw. One would expect there to be rows and shelves full of boxes containing wands, but that was not the case here. The place almost looked like an office.
"Summat ye find peculiar aboot ma business?"
Harry was momentarily startled by the loud voice. He realized he had been roundly ignoring the man present behind the store counter.
"Oh-Uh no…... just… would've expected more…. wands in this shop" He spoke awkwardly
"C'mere, canny hear ye reit!"
'You'd think this is the same guy from 1609' Harry thought inwardly as he walked over to the man. He had a mane of white, but tidy hair, and common Highland features, including his accent.
"HELLO, MY NAME IS-"
"Whit Choo shouting fur! Am reit here boyskie!"
Harry gave the man a weird look, but continued anyways "Hello, I'm Ryan, Ryan Fraser, you make wands?"
"Whit kinda question is 'At! Wuidn't 'ave telt 'Wands' Ootside if I wannet t'sel Butterbeer wuid I? Use yer noggin!" Harry got the impression the man " 'ad e few" while on the job.
The man's loud voice apparently boomed all the way to the backroom behind a door that said 'Employees Only', and a woman emerged. She seemed to be in her 20s.
"Good afternoon good sir, welcome to Gandalf's Wands!" she said in a neutral voice, but her face had an apologetic expression.
"Aah, Lynn, ye deal wi' t'fool, Am gunna go hev a drink!" and with that the man went into the backroom, leaving the two of them alone.
"You'll have to forgive my grandfather. He's an exceptional wandmaker, but when he gets drunk, and at his age….."
"No problem." Harry said, silently sighing in relief at talking to a normal person.
"Well how can I help you, young….?"
"Ryan. Ryan Fraser."
"I'm Lynn Harper. Nice to meet you, Ryanryan Fraser."
"Sorry, bit of a habit, that." Harry replied with a laugh.
"Well, I'll ask the obvious question – you're not older than 12, what's someone like you doing all by yourself in Knockturn Alley. Where are your parents?" Lynn asked, with a touch of concern.
"My parents are…... away. But I can assure you they know where I am at this instant."
'Those who love you are never truly gone; they're watching over you. Always...So, in a sense, I'm not really lying' Harry said inwardly.
"I…. see. Well, none of my business, just make sure you're out of here before dusk, it is genuinely dangerous after that, even for an adult."
"Thanks, I will. Now…. Wands….."
Lynn gave a chuckle "Expected there to be rows full of wands, did you? We are not like Ollivanders, we take individual orders only, instead of creating a bulk and then fiddling around with a customer."
"Aaah, so you're…. more exotic?" Harry asked
"Not necessarily, though it is likelier that you find more, 'exotic' elements as you put it, since we do keep store of more rare materials, and so does Ollivander for that matter. Naturally, the cost goes up with rarity. So, I'm guessing you already own a wand?"
"Yes, I do. Here." Harry said, pulling out his wand from his jeans pocket.
"Do you mind if I inspect it?"
"Not at all" Harry said, handing over the wand to Lynn.
"Hmm, 13 inches, Holly wood, and a Phoenix Feather at its core. Quite a combination, but perhaps it can be made better?"
"If you can make any sort of improvements, I'd like that. Money isn't an issue."
"I believe we can. Follow me, please." Raising her voice, a little, Lynn said "Michael, could you take over the storefront!"
A muffled sure was heard, and Harry and Lynn made their way to another chamber within the store. They came to a stop in front of two rows of shelves.
"Let me explain what we will be doing. I will be deconstructing your wand, supplementing its materials if you find some fit ones. It is would be a crime to replace them. Holly is one of those woods that varies most dramatically in performance depending on the wand core, and it is a notoriously difficult wood to team with phoenix feather, as the wood's volatility conflicts strangely with the phoenix's detachment. In the unusual event of such a pairing finding its ideal match, however, nothing and nobody should stand in their way. Calling it 'quite a combination' was a massive understatement, its one of the most gifted wands there is."
"But what if my wand got lost or broke? R-, my friend broke his, this year…"
"Naturally, you will find another wand suited to you, but it is almost a given that while the new core will have its own advantages, since it won't be the same as the previous one, it will obviously lead to you losing SOMETHING. If possible, we will try and find a second core, which is quite rare, and make a wand powered by dual cores, provided it is a stable combination. Otherwise, I'll give you the option to choose between your cores. As for the woods, I will let you choose that as well. But again, very rare to have two woods, and I'm not too keen on replacing your current combination entirely. If there are no changes made, then fair enough, have a good day and thank you for coming to Gandalf's wands."
"Oh – uh, I didn't plan to waste your time-"
"It's fine, holiday season just began, so it WAS a bit of a free day. Now, enough courtesies, let's start with the woods. They're on the shelves to my right. You needn't LOOK for anything per se, just act on your feelings."
At Harry's confused expression, she said "Trust me, you'll get what I mean. Just tap into your magic and try to… collide it with the woods. Since they are magically receptive, you should feel something. If it feels right, go for it. Again, you'll see what I mean."
While Harry was still confused, he did what Lynn said, and started 'reaching out' to the woods. Turns out Lynn was correct, Harry got this feeling of a 'connection' , and placed both wood samples on to a counter. One of them he recognized as Holly.
Lynn said nothing about the woods, only "Cores now, please."
"Harry walked over to the other side, and repeated the process. This time, however, there was almost a violent recoil when coming in abstract contact with the other cores, as if his Phoenix feather was not to be replaced, as if it was part of something big, and couldn't be discarded. There was however, one item where he didn't feel such a thing – a vial of a mysterious liquid. The acceptance was strong, but felt reluctant for some reason. Harry placed in on the same counter and faced Lynn.
"Curious, very curious" With these words, Harry was taken back to August 1 1991, when Garrick Ollivander said the same thing. In a parallel, Harry's response was also the same "I'm sorry, but what's curious?"
"You've given me quite a challenge. The materials you chose are some of the most uncooperative there are." Harry detected a sense of giddiness at the prospect of a challenge in her voice.
"What are the materials?"
"The first wood is Holly again, as you may have recognized. The other wood is Elder. The rarest wand wood of all, and reputed to be deeply unlucky, the elder wand is trickier to master than any other. Only a highly unusual person will find their perfect match in elder, and on the rare occasion when such a pairing occurs, I take it as certain that the witch or wizard in question is marked out for a special destiny."
"Can't argue with the part about 'bad luck'" Harry said with a scoff.
"THAT'S what you pick up on? It's been 41 YEARS since this shop last sold an Elder wood wand. The part about being marked for a 'special destiny' would've intrigued others the most. Though I suppose you're not 'others', are you, Harry Potter?" Lynn said with a smile.
Harry looked at her in surprise, and for the first time, revealed his face in full.
"Come now, Mr Potter, surely you don't think what wand you carry would be unknown to the public? Holly and Phoenix is an exceptionally rare combination, I'm not aware of another wizard who has the same, so the second I figured out the wand's compositions, I knew it was you."
"What, but why would my wand – oh, yeah, 'public figure' and all that"
Lynn let out a full laugh here. "You are not what I expected Mr Potter."
"Really? And what did you expect?"
"Well for starters I didn't think you'd take one step in Knockturn Alley, it being a 'dark' place and all, and on your own at that. The way you casually shook aside your status as a celebrity, that was surprising too."
"Expected me to be a big-headed jerk?"
"No, no. Just….. would've expected…. Stronger feelings, that's all"
"There's a time and place for everything. I won't deny being a public figure has its perks – and drawbacks, but right now, being Harry Potter gets me nothing. I'm just a shopper. As for why I hid my identity, I hope that's obvious.". He was only parroting more of Salazar's wisdom here, but hey at least he agreed with it.
"It is, and don't worry, discretion is the unspoken rule of Knockturn Alley." Lynn said in an awfully similar manner to Burke.
"On the topic of expectation, wouldn't have thought someone like you – "
"Would be running a store in Knockturn Alley? Not ominous enough for that? Too nice for that?"
"Well… yeah, kinda"
Lynn took a breath, then replied "It's not by choice that our store is here. My grandfather is old" Harry scoffed "Fair enough, he's ancient. Back in his day, Knockturn Alley wasn't associated with shadiness, and this is the mid-19th century I'm speaking of. Now he's too old and stubborn to move this enterprise where it's been since its establishment in 1609. We still see enough business, though mostly through the more 'darker' families, so he is insistent on staying here. Once he passes, me and my fiancé, Michael will move our establishment to Diagon Alley. I'm not deluding myself into believing we'll suddenly start outselling Ollivander, but we'll be visited by a larger audience, since many don't even as much as look at Knockturn twice."
"Well, that does explain why I've never heard of you before. Good luck to you, whenever you move."
"Thank you, now, let's move on to your core. The item you chose is Basilisk venom, another rare ingredient, though I'd expected something like Griffin's feather or phoenix tears. Mhmm, once again, defying conventional discourse, though I suppose that's not the first time you've done it." Lynn added with a glance to his scar.
While Harry obvious had his own supply of basilisk venom, he decided to let that remain unsaid. The main reason was not to raise even more questions. Why would he, or his family be in possession of such an item, when there have been no known instances prior. Also, considering the rarity of the material, it would probably be known when and who someone bought it, kind of like one of those cars that there are only 12 of - the right people will know who bought one.
"So, how're you going to do this?" Harry asked in genuine curiosity.
"While I can't tell you all the details, I will tell you this. We'll be 'melting' the wood, and extracting the core. Then we'll combine the 'melted' elder with the holly concoction, before going through the regular procedure of wand-making. The basilisk venom will be in a semi-fluid state going through the entire woodwork, while the feather will be positioned as normal."
"You lost me at 'melting' wood. How does that even work?" asked Harry
"Wand-making is very complicated, and the lore….. that's something else" Lynn said with a laugh.
"What's the price?"
"1000 galleons"
Harry let out a whistle. "That's quite steep. Almost one term at Hogwarts, if they charged fees, that is. Can't go lower?"
"Sorry, but no. You get seven galleon wands at Ollivander's because the Ministry sponsors him. Even that price goes up drastically if you're not in school. You're also using extremely rare elements, which are obviously pricey. Then there's the worker's fee we're charging. Trust me, I'm giving you a good deal, Michael would've opened with 2000 or something. I will not negotiate on the price."
Not knowing a thing about haggling, Harry agreed to 1000 galleons. Now this was an amount that would leave a mark on his vault. Combined with his purchases earlier in the day, he had spent quite a lump sum today. He was relieved he would be getting a bursary on his birthday, as was part of his trust vault scheme.
"When can I expect it back?"
"Hmm, about two days, since we've got another order, and this one will take time."
Harry looked apprehensive at the idea of not having his wand for two days, especially since he wasn't in the muggle world now.
"We'll loan you a workable wand. We do have that service. I'll even make it complimentary, since you're paying big."
"I'd like that, thanks" Harry said with a hint of relief.
"I guess that concludes our business for today. Will you be making payment by cash or bank draft?"
"Bank draft." Relieved this service was offered here, since he wasn't carrying that amount in cash.
17:40| Trafalgar Square| Westminster, Central London| July 3rd 1993
Currently Harry and Hermione were enjoying a walk around the historic place, with the girl's parents a paces ahead of them, lost in conversation. For Harry, this sightseeing was a novel experience, and he had enjoyed it very much, especially the London Eye. They had also visited 'Stamford Bridge', home stadium of Chelsea FC, the team Hermione's dad supported, the national gallery, the zoo (where Harry actually had fun this time), the Tower of London, the Cathedral, and even made a brief stop at Hamleys and Harrods. He now understood why the Dursleys frequented London so much for a day out. This place was magical – no pun intended.
'Would it have killed them to willingly take me along for once' Harry wondered, souring his so far cheerful mood.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" said Hermione
Harry noticed Hermione had stopped walking with him, and turned around to face her. "Sure, what is it?"
"It's – well you look much more rested now…"
"….Thanks?" Harry replied in a slightly confused tone
"I mean you seemed extremely tired at Hogwarts, at first I thought it was because of the Quidditch practice, but then that ended and you still didn't look like you were sleeping well."
"What are you trying to say?"
"What I'm asking is – is the Chamber Of Secrets the reason you haven't been sleeping?"
Harry could see the small bit of quiet confidence in his friend's eyes, she knew she was onto something.
'How the hell did she guess that, did I overdo it with my time there?' Harry thought.
"So, you know." he said with a sense of defeat.
"Yes" she replied shortly.
"When'd you find out?"
"Well, I wasn't sure at first, but then I saw Ginny and I kind of put two and two together…."
"What? Ginny?" Harry said a little too quickly for his liking.
"You didn't notice? Well, I guess you had too much on your plate… Harry, Ginny has been having trouble sleeping because of the trauma she got from the Chamber of Secrets episode too."
Relief flooded through Harry. His secret was safe. For now.
He let out a laugh "Yeah, guess leaving Hogwarts did have this advantage, no more trouble sleeping. It's just... it's hard to forget that image of the snake and meeting Voldemort again, you know." Harry said, hoping he'd pulled off a convincing act. "But as you said, I'm much better now, in fact, hadn't thought of it all day! Don't know how Ginny's doing though, she did have almost a year long experience. Maybe I'll talk to her when we meet again." Harry filed the bit about Ginny having trouble sleeping for later, he would definitely take her up on it.
"I still think you should see a doctor of some sort…." Hermione said in a concerned voice
Harry really did not want to go. It might have had something to do with the fact that there wasn't a problem.
"Let's see…. If it continues next term, I'll see Pomfrey."
That seemed to satisfy her, and she started walking again. As she overtook him, Harry let out a sigh of relief, having dodged a bullet. He got back in step, regrouping with the adults moments later.
|18:10| Charing Cross Road| Central London| July 3rd 1993
"Again, thanks for the trip, I had a great time."
And with a wave, Harry saw off the Grangers and made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron.
Nearly at the door, his thoughts went to where they had been more or less been constantly for the last two days – his wand.
'Still a few minutes of daylight…. If I hurry, I should be back before dark'. Instantly making up his mind, Harry started walking at a brisk pace towards Gandalf's. He arrived a few short minutes later, and was greeted by Lynn and Michael.
"Ah, Mr Potter, nice to meet you. Here for your wand, I presume?" greeted Michael
"Yeah, is it ready?" he replied, a little out of breath
"And good evening to you too" said Lynn amusedly
"Sorry – that was rude. It's nice to see you, I was just excited."
"As you should be, personally, its got to be one of if not my best work." Michael commented
As Harry handed over the loaned wand to Michael, Lynn procured a box from inside. Inside it lay Harry's upgraded wand.
'Wow' was the first thought that went through Harry's mind when he saw it. In terms of colour, it was a shade of brown somewhere between holly and elder. The back of the wand now featured a thicker base, which would rest nicely against the wielder's palm, especially someone like Harry who did not enclose their hand entirely into a fist, but instead only curled his fingers around the wand, with the index finger erect. There were multiple curved and darker 'branches' of elder weaving throughout, all converging at the tip of the wand.
"Basilisk venom was absorbed nicely, and now exists in the aforementioned semi-fluid state through the central line. Be careful, it will create quite a discharge if the wand gets broken."
"Quite a looker, innit?" chimed in Michael "tell you what, buy a holster, and I'll throw one in for free"
"Wand holsters? I've seen some use them… sure, I'll buy, safer than my jeans pocket probably. Where would you recommend, I put the holster?"
"Some wear them on the waist or even bicep of your opposite hand, but I recommend you buy the wrist ones with the feather-light charms on them. They'll be a little more uncomfortable, since while weightless, they will physically still be there, and will probably irritate you in all sorts of ways, but that'll go away in time. Besides, they're the quickest draw, unless you drop it of course."
"How much?"
"80 galleons, made of top-quality hide, and both with feather-light and anti-summoning."
"I'll take it."
Harry placed one of them in his expanded pocket, and put on the other one on immediately.
"Just flick your wrist to release, your speed should go up with practice."
"Thanks, I'm glad I came in. I'll definitely recommend this place to my friends, and maybe I'll swing by again"
"You want me walk you back, it's gonna get dark soon, and Diagon is a bit of a walk" offered Michael
"No thanks, I'll be fine, I'll hurry."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm a fast walker; I'll be in my room by the time it's dusk...thanks, see you" Harry said genially
"Don't walk into the unlit pathways, seriously...See you" Michael warned.
Acknowledging the advise with a nod, he took his leave, hearing a "Have a nice day" from Lynn as he walked out.
Only a couple of minutes later, and Harry wished he had accepted Michael's offer. 'Alley' was a misleading term in this case. It was more of a market, no, a maze of shops and roads, and soon, Harry was lost. While it was easy to traverse in broad daylight, dusk was an entirely different matter.
And soon, it was dark, one time all shops he had been in (book, wand and apothecary) had advised him to avoid.
And as luck would have it, rather predictably given his track record, he would find out why. Knockturn Maze was full of vagabonds and from all over central and northern England, as well as shady characters and thugs. Even though they didn't do more than just look, these people were making Harry very uncomfortable.
Eventually, he collided with a drunk petty thief.
The second it happened Harry knew he was in trouble. The stranger attempted to grab Harry, only just realizing it was a child he had run into.
Harry barely managed to avoid his grip, as his fingers grazed his shirt. Silently thanking his good reflexes, he began walking away hastily.
He didn't dare to look back for the longest time, just continuing to hustle wherever his feet took him. When he felt safe enough to look back, he inwardly groaned as he spotted the beggar in the sparsely populated street, still in pursuit.
He quickened his pace, eager to - Oh. He'd been walking blind for the last minute or so. Now the panic was really starting to set in. He quickened his pace and took the first turn, hoping the dark would have prevented him from being seen.
It was a few steps before Harry realized he had walked into a dead end.
He immediately turned around, breaking into a sprint.
But he was forced to halt - evidently the mugger had seen him.
He was staring down at Harry predatorily, his unkempt beard and ragged clothing adding to his menacing appearance.
Harry noticed the man fumbling inside his coat, presumably for his wand, and knew he had no choice; he had to use magic to fight back while he could. Another warning it would be. He had told Dumbledore about his previous warning, and the man had quietly smoothened things over, and the record now simply said 'false charge'. Logic dictates he should have another harmless warning.
Emboldened by that thought, he quickly drew his wand, and nearly dropping it since he wasn't used to his holster yet, and chanted -
"Flipendo!"
The thief, probably because of his inebriated state, had still been rummaging through his pockets. Maybe he didn't have a wand, only a pocket knife? Whatever it was, our protagonist wasn't going to complain. He didn't look up until it was too late, and he fell over as the bolt hit him squarely on the chest, winding him. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Harry dashed out of the corner and into the other lanes. In a stroke of fortune, he also found his way to Diagon's entrance just nearby. Thanking his lucky stars, he finally made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron.
|19:01| Leaky Cauldron| Diagon Alley| July 3rd 1993
Indoors, and now finally stopping to catch his breath, Harry adjusted his hair and put on his 'glasses'. While he didn't put on a cap or any sort of face covering, he did take them off and flatten his hair to cover his scar, so as to avoid recognition by his two most famous features.
He waited in his room for a few minutes, then went down to Tom the barkeep.
"Mr Potter, wanted to dine in the common area today?"
"Thanks Tom, I'll get to dinner later, but I wanted to ask you something else first. Was- was there any mail for me?" he asked curiosly, having noticed the lack of a letter thus far.
"Hmm, yes, yes there was!" and with that Tom went to his letter stack, and Harry sighed, having another strike to deal with. He would be filing 'self-defense', and claim he was cornered at the edge of Diagon Alley and in the escape had run into Knockturn, after which he would describe the incident from the dead end truthfully.
Hopefully they would buy it, and not call him to appear before the 'Department of Minor's Affairs', because he really did NOT want to lie before a Ministry official.
Tom did emerge with a letter; however, it was one from Andromeda Tonks, and not the MoM.
"Tom, are you sure this was the only letter?"
He wasn't emancipated yet, so the restriction should still be applicable…. Had they sent it to the Dursleys? But that wouldn't work, since he wasn't there was he, and the last one had opened right in front of his face, and not left in the mailbox. What was going on?
"I am, this is the only one. Expecting something else?
"Well I-I violated the restriction on underage sorcery, and I was expecting a letter of warning…."
"I see, and where did the violation take place?"
"Around the edge of Knockturn Alley" lied Harry
"Well then, you've nothing to worry about!" Tom said casually
"What do you mean?"
"You're not aware of how the trace works, are you? The magical detection is only in area around you, and not exactly tied to your wand. There are lots of magic users in areas like Diagon Alley, for all they know it could be one of the hundreds in the area who cast a spell. The detection automatically turns off in areas of high magical saturation, whether by wizards or by the place itself. Damn wonderful piece o magic, that."
Suddenly why he was implicated for Dobby's levitation charm made a whole lot more sense.
Even though his mind was going a hundred miles an hour, Harry quickly composed himself and said "Dodged a bullet today!" 'another one' was added inwardly "Anyway, I'll eat in my room like always, as for what I'm having… surprise me! Thanks Tom!"
And with that Harry bolted to his room, eager to test something. Quickly shutting the door, he placed Andromeda's letter on the table and took out his wand.
"Lumos"
… Nothing
One minute down…
Two minutes down….
Nothing...
He could practice magic outside of school.
"As if it could've gotten even better"
|10:15| Leaky Cauldron| Diagon Alley| July 8th 1993|
It was time, Harry would finally be going to the Tonks'.
The last few days had been eventful to say the least. Harry had gotten started on his holiday work, but more importantly, under the guise of silencing charms, Harry had done a lot of spell practice. While he hadn't finalised on a duelling posture yet, he had read through whatever portions of Dolohov's work he could read. There was one spell in particular that caught his eye, and which complemented his battle transfiguration book well. It involved transfiguring items around you to swords and attacking your foe. While right now, Harry could only manage to transfigure one item at a time, and that too only to wooden swords, the spell had great potential. It was possible for a wizard to conjure, within a couple of seconds, 12 swords in steel or silver (in case of monsters, against whom pure silver was effective) and seamlessly control all of them, covering a full 360 degrees. But that was a long way off. For one, Transfiguration wasn't really Harry's forte, and would never be, and two, this wasn't the only spell he was working on. So far, he had managed to master the standard and widely used spells Salazar would have taught him next term, like the stunning charm 'Stupefy', and the hindering jinx 'Impedimenta'. It was going slow, but then again, these were spells above his standard, and he was busy with other things, like slowly reading up on basic Economics like Sharpfang had asked him to do, or just enjoying his first true summer in general.
The 4th ritual had also gone smoothly. This time he had offered Basilisk skin (and other required items) in return for granting him toughness. It would now take harder hits to pierce or bruise or do any sort of damage to his skin.
Making sure everything was packed in his new multi-compartment and weightless trunk, he checked out and waited in the lobby for his hosts to pick him up, as they had insisted. Currently, there was only Harry and Tom present in the reception area, or at least Leaky Cauldron's equivalent of it.
In a flash, the floo chimney lit up, and two people emerged from the flames – Be and Andromeda Tonks.
Harry made his way towards them, and they met halfway.
"Harry, so nice to finally meet you in person, though I will say I have enjoyed our correspondence." Andromeda remarked as both shook hands with him. There was still an air of formality, though that was to be expected.
Ted was tall, very tall. He stood at almost 6 foot four, and had a half beard with black, coifed hair. He was quite handsome, with a chiselled chin and a fine physique. Andromeda, or Andi, was also very good looking. She also had black hair, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. This feature, which Harry also shared, was a signature of the Black family. (A/N 2)
"Let's talk once we're in a private setting, this way Harry" said Andromeda as she handed over the adequate money for 3 uses of floo powder.
Ted spoke up "The destination is 'Tonks House' and the password is 'Argo', which you'll need to say when you're at the other end. Don't worry about me saying it out loud, I'll change it once we get home. Follow us."