Harley Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Four

Knockturn Alley

"Did we finally get everything needed?" Regulus demanded as he and Harley walked past rows of shops after finally leaving a shop full of charmed objects. Rolling her eyes she gave a nod and adjusted her hold on her bags as they wandered past many witches that stood gossiping together and children who stared into the Quidditch shop, looking at a new broom on display. Harley turned and looked into the window, her eyes glimmered in the light, as the broom she stared at seemed to call out her name. She made to move forward to the shop but was pulled back, causing her to stumble and run into Regulus's chest. "I don't think so." He muttered with a shake of his head and a tisk.

Harley glared with disappointment and fought against the childish need to stomp her foot and have a fit. "You're no fun." She muttered to herself, causing Regulus to roll his blue/gray eyes with amusement.

"Come on." He stated, ignoring her childish pouting as his hand wrapped around her left wrist and began to drag her over to Knockturn Alley. Harley stumbled after him; her eyes still stared over her shoulder and into the Qudditch shops display window, were the new broom was place. A look of longing graced her features at the sight. She wanted that broom, but she supposed her Nimbus 2000 would do, for now anyways.


The path began to become discordant and spasmodic the closer Harley and Regulus made their way to Knockturn Alley. The older wizard glanced at the younger girl beside him and stopped a few shops before they reached the steps that led into the much darker alleyway and buildings. Harley, who hadn't been paying much attention stumbled to an abrupt stop and stopped herself from running into his back by taking a few steps back. She raised an eyebrow with questions running through her mind at his sudden prevention of her going forward. He glanced around at everyone around him as the individuals walked past Harley and Regulus. "Pull that new black cloak out of your bag and put it on." He ordered in a murmuring voice. "We wouldn't want the renowned Harley Potter being seen in Knockturn Alley now would we?" Regulus stated in a sardonic tone of voice. The dazzling, breathtaking, emerald green-eyed witch glared at him for his little jeer. He knew it would irritate her for him saying something like that. She almost sneered at him but bit back with an annoyed snap of her jaw. She knew he was just trying to get a rise out of her.

Setting her bags down onto the irregular ground she dug through her bags before pulling out a long black cotton cloak that reached her ankles. It would grow longer as she grew older, never becoming too small for her. She slipped the cloak over her arms and set it on her shoulders. Adjusting it over her she began to button the cloak to her neck. Pulling the hood up from her head she pushed her raven black hair into the back of the hood. Regulus looked at the girl with an amazed look. She looked like she could have been a Death Eater, had the situation been different and she wasn't against everything Voldemort and his Death Eaters did to everyone. Pulling out his wand he waved it, muttering a spell under his breath he caused the bags to shrink. Harley swooped down and picked up the shrunken bags and tucked them into her pocket. "Follow me." Regulus muttered as he began to make his way down the steps that lead into the gloomy alleyway of Knockturn Alley. Their footsteps echoed in the silence as they went deeper into the pitch-black darkness. Harley blinked rapidly at the changing light and gazed around slowly at the grimy and dirty stonewalls. The displays windows were covered in dust and hard to see through, making it impossible to look through.

"Stay close." Regulus whispered in her ear as they walked side by side through the constricted and sinister alley. They passed muttering crazed looking witches that glanced around rapidly as if afraid something might jump at them. Dark wizards that tried to sell them products that looked suspicious. Harley and Regulus ignored them as they continued walking. Both their hands were tucked into their cloak pocket, holding their wands. Even though Harley couldn't do any magic, it didn't mean they didn't know that. Their feet slapped against the cobblestone flooring as they made their way farther into the shops. Many shops looked overhead, made out of gray and black bricks that blocked out any sunlight. Windows were covered in grime, and things Harley didn't want to think about. Knockturn Alley was very chilly and mysterious, giving it a miserable feel to it. It was something the twelve year old had expected when she had thought of what Knockturn Alley looked like. Just by the name gave her imaginative ideas of what it may have looked like before she finally got to look at it.

"Wish to buy something Mister…Mistress?" A hissing voice questioned suddenly in front of them. The man's hair was greasy and filthy, falling into his shifty eyes. They looked to be gleaming in the almost nonexistent light. The duo skids to an unexpected halt and almost collided into the dark wizard. The man's abrupt appearance before them was slightly demoralizing. They paused and looked to the man distrustfully.

"No thank you." Harley spat callously. She decided if she was going to proceed like some ominous witch, she might as well act superior. Much like Draco Malfoy and his younger sister, Felicity Malfoy thought them to be. 'I mean, every Malfoy thinks like that. Except for Amethyst, I think.' She thought to herself. "Now get out of our way…filth." She hissed impersonally, her eyes flashing with irritation. She was just remembering all the times she had been spoken to, and felt quite bad for acting like she was now. If that's how she had to be to get the man to depart from her and her escort and get him to leave them alone, she was going to.

The man's eyes widened at her words and began to stammer in trepidation. "Truly sorry Miss. I didn't mean to cause you any fury. Forgive me for such disrespect." Harley's eyebrows rose with surprise. She didn't think the man would actually take that from a girl her size and age. Then again, the man was a bit, strange.

"You're forgiven. Now get out of our way." Harley demanded. Crossing her arms over her chest in a stance that showed her annoyance. The man began to stutter again before he bowed and quickly scurried away.

"My, my. Never knew you had it in you Potter." Regulus stated with a smirk on his lips. He had been silent through the whole thing, and had found it quite amazing and amusing that Harley could act like such a Pureblood, even if she technically wasn't one.

"There are many things you don't know about me Black." She replied with a smirk of her own as she began to walk past him. Regulus walked beside her as they turned a corner in the alley and entered another section of Knockturn, farther away from the sunny filled shops of Diagon Alley. They walked a bit farther before appearing before a murky and dodgy looking shop with the name, Borgin and Burkes around the window in dark lettering, covered with dust and grime. 'This is the place?' She questioned herself with a raise of her eyebrow. Shrugging her shoulders she stepped up the gray cement steps slowly. Pulling open the door, the bell above gave a small tingle as she walked farther through the doorway. Her eyes gazed around the shop with interest. Many objects sat upon wooden or metal shelves scattered in disarray and covered in dust and dirt. Her feet thumped lightly against the wood flooring making it creak and groan as Harley continued to gaze around with wonder. Regulus had followed her in soon after as they both began to wander around the shop, looking, but never touching, the objects on the shelves.

"Find something of interest." An oily and scratchy voice questioned from behind them. The duo spun around and faced a man with brown-mattered hair, dark gray eyes and unnaturally pale skin. Harley looked over this man with distrust. He seemed like the type that would squeal if he were kept with a secret and some wanted to figure that secret out and if it came to certain situations, he'd never last.

"We came for certain…objects." Regulus spoke; his voice had gone low and raspy. He usually changed his tone, making it unrecognizable to those that might have known him years before. Mr. Borgin nodded his head in understanding and looked to the smaller figure beside Regulus. He could almost feel power swirling and humming around her. Much like a young man he once had working for him.

"Ah, I see. Anything in mind?" Mr. Borgin questioned the companions. His eyes shifted between them curiously. It was an anomalous match, not that seeing two shrouded figures was unusual to see in Knockturn Alley.

"You wouldn't happen to have a bottomless trunk would you?" Harley questioned, her voice had gone silky and melodious as she spoke. She sounded much older than she was.

"We do. Only one left. It also has drawers above to cover the bottom. It makes it believable that it's just a plan trunk." The man began to explain to the young woman. "Not only that, it already has Muggle repellent charms, a small button that shrinks it at the side as well as about four rooms beside the mains one of course. It's much like a small flat." Mr. Borgin stated to them. Harley smiled underneath her hood, pleased at this information. "It also has some charms that repel even witches and witches, if you really want that as well." The man added with a curious raise of his eyebrow.

"We'll take it." She stated. Regulus nodded and followed Mr. Borgin as the two men wandered out of the front room and towards the back. Watching the men leave she wandered around the room. She gazed closely at each object on the shelves, much closer than she had before. Walking towards the front of the shop she stopped before a large cabinet with interest. It was tall, about six or seven feet. It was all black with random markings on it. The doorknobs were brass and had a design on the surface of the handle that Harley couldn't make out. She looked at it thoughtfully thinking to herself that the sides of the cabinet were one of interest. Her hands ran over the smooth wood; fingers tips grazed the small wooden indents of the cabinet. Pulling it open she looked inside of it. The cabinet looked like any other cabinet and it would go perfect with her other brought furniture from Diagon Alley that she had gotten for her trunk.

"I see you found my cabinet." Mr. Borgin stated from behind Harley as he looked over at the girl that was looking at it with curiosity and interest. "I've been trying to sell it. No one seems to want it, it seems. I'd sell it as a small price, just to get rid of it." The man hinted with a crooked smile. The twelve year old glanced at Mr. Borgin; her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting from under the hood.

"How much?" She questioned with a raise of her eyebrows.

"A hundred pounds and fifty pence. Nothing higher or lower." The owner of the shop bargained. Harley smiled in amusement and shrugged to herself. It was a fair deal.

"I'll take it. Will it fit in my trunk?" She asked. Her eyes looked back at the cabinet with a tilt of her head. She wondered if there was something more to this cabinet, seeing as it was in Borgin and Burkes shop.

"Of course. Just a small spell and it'll be in one of your rooms." Mr. Borgin reassured his costumer as he walked to the front. Counting up the total of the trunk, cabinet and a few other objects they had bought, it had reached a total of a two hundred pounds and forty pence. Harley handed the money over and watched with engrossed attention as Regulus and Mr. Borgin opened her new bottomless trunk and shrunk the cabinet, before levitating the cabinet into the chest. Closing the chests lid and shrinking it by a button on its right or left side, Regulus handed his young protégé the trunk. Sliding it, along with her bags in her pocket she began to walk slowly to the door.

"We'll be seeing you soon Mr. Borgin." Regulus stated to the helpful shop owner. Nodding her merit and concurrence to Regulus's words the two turned on their heels and made their way out of the dusty shop. Their feet thumped and squeaked on the rotting flooring. They walked in silence as they jogged down the small stairs and back into the street of the dark alleyway. Making their way back the way they came, Harley finally broke the still silence.

"When are you going to teach me?" She questioned as she glanced at the handsome Pureblood wizard beside her. Regulus thought about her question for a moment. His mind filtered with thoughts and decisions.

"I suppose, tomorrow. We can work on your trunk and everything you bought for your rooms in the trunk as well." Regulus finally summarized his ideas in a shorten sentence.

"Sounds fine with me. I have to work tomorrow though. Like I usually do, so it will have to be after then." Harley sighed, fighting off a yawn. She had been up for hours and she was sure it was almost dark. They passed the usual group of dark wizards and witches on their way, none of them tried to speak to them, not after the way she acted to the other wizard. Jogging up the stairs swiftly they stepped into the path that would lead them back into Diagon Alley. Walking back through the maze of discordant and spasmodic paths, it looked almost like Spinners End, except for it had homes instead of shops. Stepping into the lighter shopping area, Harley let out a breath of air. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her. Now all she needed to do, was discover why her so-called friends weren't owling her.


Alright, so this one isn't long either. But, at least you all get three updates today!

Now, let's see, Harley went to Knockturn Alley and acted like a Pureblood prat. Which she did a rather good job as one, I think. Even if she did hate acting like that.

Next chapter up is The House Of Black. What will happen when she gets there? You'll have to wait and see.

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