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A/N: Strangle me, hate me, curse me or whatever. I deserve it and now suffering from a massive guilt. I'm just sorry for the long wait and I refuse to put excuses (which are a lot). Enjoy!
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Harry stole the prophecy for Voldemort.
Chapter 6
Unspeakables scoured their department, searching for any traces of the intruder which was proven fruitless. The Halls remained untouched except for the Hall of Prophecy where a shelf was missing an orb.
A hooded Unspeakable was standing in front of the Hall of Prophecies. The black cloaked figure was approached by another who was wearing dark grey robes.
"Sir, there's no other trace of the intruder except at the entrance hallway and the prophecy is missing. It concerns the Dark Lord and his vanquisher made by Sybill Trelawney to Albus Dumbledore."
The black figure nodded, deep in thought when a small-sized Unspeakable, wearing a lighter shade of grey approached the duo. The size was the only sign the newcomer was a woman.
"Sir, we have the intruder's magical signature and did a cross-match. It doesn't match any wizards or witches in the database. Although the signature is familiar to the one resembling Potters, sir," she reported, hesitating at the end.
The leader stirred at the mention of the Potters. His face was neatly obscured by the hood but his subordinates could certainly feel the anger rising in him. His magic flared briefly before it was clamped shut.
"I want this intruder caught. Use the tracker. Any progress must be reported to me immediately!" He ordered.
"Yes, sir." Both grey robes Unspeakables saluted before heading towards different directions.
The leader of the Unspeakables stalked to his office, deeper into the department, reining his temper. The Dark Lord was clearly behind this theft. How dare he send an imposter to steal the prophecy? An imposter with magic similar to the Potters. Every witches and wizards knew that all family members had nearly the same magical signatures, muggles called them DNA, and there were no more Potters out there, the Dark Lord made sure of that.
That imposter will pay,' he vowed. For working with the Dark Lord and impersonating the Potters.
Harry arrived at Diagon Alley after he followed his father's – Voldemort's instructions. Witches and wizards shuffled past him in a hurry as he walked through the crowd. With his brown hair and blue eyes, he was just another wizard in the crowd. The Dark Lord wanted his face remain unknown as long as possible. Hence, the glamours. 'Though I doubt anyone would even recognize my face. I'm supposed to be dead,' Harry thought.
The atmosphere was sombre, but Harry couldn't help feel a little bit awe. It was full of shops, very different from the ruins in his world. Stores ranging from apothecary to joke shop lined up the alley. He spotted a shop with various types of clothes displayed.
"Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions"
Half an hour later Harry walked out of the store and headed deeper into the Alley. A glittering shop with a banner caught his attention.
Why are you worrying about You-Know Who?
You should be worrying about U-No-Poo - the Constipation Sensation that's gripping the nation!
'You-Know-Who? No, I don't but it certainly rhymes with U-No-Poo.' Harry thought with a smirk. Curious, he entered the shop.
"Welcome to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!"
"How may we help you?"
Two identical grinning faces greeted him. Surprised, Harry schooled his features into polite interest.
"What do you have?" He said.
Twin number one spread his hands while number two gestured his hands, motioning him to follow. Harry followed them as they brought him deeper into the shops and pointed to various merchandise.
"Various things, from pranks –"
"To jokes –"
"To sweets –"
"And to –"
Harry listened with half an ear as he read a description on a box filled with sweets covered in green wrappers.
Sweet Tooth
Price: A knut per sweet.
For teeth haters! A grudge against your teeth or your friends'? Just pop a sweet and all your teeth –or your friends', will stop bothering you for a couple of hours. Side effect: Causes your teeth to ache for a few hours after they reappear.
Harry imagined toothless Werewolves and Vampires snarling, causing him to snicker. Turning back to face the twins, he realized they had stopped talking and judging by their expectant faces, they had asked him a question.
"Sorry. What was it again?" Harry smiled sheepishly.
"We were wondering if you're a Hogwarts' student," Twin One said with a smile.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because if you are, we wonder how you escaped from the school," Twin Two said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like it's a prison and no, I'm not from Hogwarts."
"Forgive us, but if you're not." Twin Two said with a grin.
"Then, you've never seen our product's demonstrations!"
"Demonstrations?" Harry asked.
"Yes. One of our grand product, Wildfire Whiz-Bangs and Portable Swamps!" Twin One said while Twin Two brandished his wand. With a wave, a large white screen appeared at the front of the store. All costumers stopped what they were doing and watched the screen, curiosity etched clearly on their faces. With another flick of his wand, the screen came to life.
Harry watched as a hall appeared on the screen. He recognized it as the Great Hall at Hogwarts. The unique starry ceiling only exists at Hogwarts. A few seconds later, the door to the Great hall opened with a bang and multitude of fireworks poured in. Harry watched in amazement as fireworks of different sizes and shapes exploded in the Great Hall. A pink toad was chasing after the fireworks and a scruffy man was seen trying to hit the fireworks with a – 'Broomstick?' Harry thought. A firework vanished only to return ten times bigger.
The scene then changed to show a corridor. It was empty except for an innocent looking box in the middle of the hallway. Harry watched as nothing happened and curious as to what will happen. Then the box exploded in a green haze, causing the screen to shook. The mist cleared and Harry saw the whole corridor covered with green bogs. Students and professors flooded the passage. A lot of them conjured fish bowls over their heads.
The screen stopped at a shot, showing the pink toad again, screaming with fury. Harry watched the pink toad and realized it was not a toad. It was a she. 'A professor?' Harry thought as the screen went blank.
Harry turned towards the twins who were looking at him expectantly and he deliberately ignored their unquestioned inquiry.
"Who's the pink toad?" he asked.
"She, our dear costumer, was our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Dolores Umbridge," Twin Two said.
"A nasty, meddlesome hag that one," Twin One said.
"We suggest you avoid her, if you ever meet her."
"Or you could always make her life hell."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said, nodding seriously.
Twin One grinned. "Now that we've sated your curiosity, our dear costumer, how was the demonstration?"
Harry made a show of thinking really deep. After a minute, he looked at the twins, faces clearly showing they were not buying his act of making them impatient. Harry sighed and then smiled.
"Impressive," he said. Smirking at a sudden thought, he added, "Are there any more large-scale pranks?"
The twins' identical grins were answer enough.
Harry walked out of the joke shop with a satisfied smirk on his face. He just met two brilliant wizards and brought some of everything. The packages were neatly shrunk in his pocket so he could keep them and bring them with him to his universe. They didn't have these in his world. As he thought of the research needed to invent the items, he realized he never knew the twins name. Their faces felt familiar though. He shrugged the thought away, he could always ask them the next time he went there.
The Prince made his way to the Madam Malkins, retrieving his just finished clothes. He shrunk his purchases and shoved them into his pocket, making his way to the Leaky Cauldron.
Department of Mysteries
"Sir, we managed to locate the intruders' magic. It's in Diagon Alley."
"Good. Assemble the teams, briefing in five."
Harry sat in a corner of the Leaky Cauldron after ordering his lunch. He had a clear view of the entrances for both Muggle and Wizarding world. A newspaper nearby caught his interest. The front page was filled with the picture of the Dark Mark shining above a burning village and Harry read on.
5th November 1996
YOU-KNOW-WHO ATTACKED LANCING!
Lancing, Wed - One of the most renowned Wizarding communities was attacked last night. Nearing midnight, around a couple hundred of Death Eaters arrived and created havoc at the otherwise peaceful village. The Aurors arrived minutes after the alarm sounded. However, the sheer number of Death Eaters overwhelmed the Ministry's forces. Half way through the battle, the Unspeakables arrived after receiving alerts from the Aurors. With their help, they managed to fend off the attack.
"The attack lasted only for a couple of hours when they suddenly left. Their motive for attacking this village still remains unknown though we have our suspicions," said Head Auror Scrimgeour. "We are also pleased to mention that there are no deaths among the Wizarding family that lived in the village."
Clearly, the Auror's swift response helped to distract Death Eaters from their pray. An inside source also rumoured that the You-Know-Who himself was present during the attack. The arrival of Albus Dumbledore on the scene seemed to confirm this rumour. For more information on the attack, see page 3.
Harry's eyes widened. You-Know-Who was the Dark Lord! He needed to hide the twins' merchandise from Voldemort's eyes.
'U-No-Poo! Father will kill them if he met them,' thought Harry, amused. Eventhough it was funny, he did felt a bit insulted by the mockery. He sighed. If they are brave enough to put the banner, they're certainly smart enough to face the consequences.
'Let father figure it out himself. Anyway, this is a small matter compared to his problem, concerning conquering Britain," Harry thought.
He opened the paper and continued reading.
BREAK-IN AT MINISTRY!
Minstry of Magic, Wed - An intruder broke into the Ministry last night. The intruder however managed to escape the team of Ministry workers who were dispatched because the Aurors were unavailable. The team arrived just in time to catch a glimpse of a black cloak before the intruder disapparated. Other evidence of the intruder presence was the alarm blaring throughout the Ministry and the destroyed Fountain of Magical Brethren.
Though the intruder wasseen in the Ministry, the Minister of Magic denied losing any documents. "The Head of Departments already confirmed to me there are no missing documents or any signs of break in their departments. The intruder was clearly not clever enough to pass through our security system. He –
Harry stopped reading. His instincts were suddenly screaming at him to get the hell out of here. Never the one to dismiss his instinct, the Prince neatly folded back the papers and stood, making his way to the exit. However, the door was blocked by a couple of burly wizards who seemed to be arguing in a loud voice. Their words were drowned by the noise of the pub.
At the corner of his eyes Harry spotted several ordinary looking wizards and witches slowly making their way to him, all wearing grey robes. They were approaching him from every direction, cutting his escape routes.
Thinking fast, he memorized the way out, while his left hand discreetly went to the pocket. It was stashed with his purchases from the joke shop. Feeling a leather pouch, hoping it was the right one, he untied the drawstrings. His hand touched something powdery and he smirked. 'Let's see what this stuff can do.'
Grasping a handful of the dusts, Harry faced the door and closed his eyes. Swiftly he threw them into the air and the bar instantly covered in darkness.
Chaos erupted as he blindly made his way to the pub's entrance. People screamed and though he couldn't see, he could practically hear shouting and creaking of chairs as wizards stumbled clumsily. He even heard someone shouting Death Eaters and You-Know-Who. He ignored the panicking people and tables he bumped into, sometimes shoving the obstacles out of his way.
His fingers brushed the wall of the pub and Harry knew the exit was somewhere on his right. He walked fast, knowing he didn't have a moment to lose. Someone knocked into him, making him stumble. He bit back a curse.
'Damn fools, running around like headless chickens,' he thought as he righted himself. Simmering with anger, he thrust his hand forward, muttering, "Depulso."
The effect was instantaneous. The air around him suddenly felt clearer. The suffocating feeling of being crowded gone. He deliberately ignored the sounds of bodies crashed onto tables and chairs, making his way towards the door he knew was somewhere in front of him.
The loud crashes silenced the crowd effectively than a Silencing Charm…until a stupid witch started to scream her head off. The panic was worst than before. The pub's occupants were now convinced they were attacked by the Dark Lord's follower.
At last, he felt wood under his hand rather than bricks. He pushed the door open. Lights greeted him, blinding his eyes.
Adjusting to the lights swiftly, the Dark Lord's Heir made his way into the busy Muggle London. If his guess on the identity of the wizards in the bar was true, then he didn't have much time to lose.
End of Chapter 6
A/N: Yeah, that's all. Hope it's not too short. Thank you to all those who read this story and especially to LadyVyxen for correcting my mistakes. She rocks! Please review. They made me sooo motivated to write faster. XD