I'd been at the Burrow for about a week, now. I'd met pretty much everyone in the Order and got on with most of them. I'd made freinds with the twins, and Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ginny, however, still appeared to dislike me. Quite a lot, actually. I can only say that the feeling was mutual.

It was a Saturday, and everyone seemed unsure about what to do with themselves. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny and I had already played a game of Quidditch, which had resulted in me being wrestled by the twins, because I'd laughed at them when they hit each other with their beaters sticks instead of the Bludger that they had been aiming for.

I'd just gotten dressed after having a shower to get rid of the various mud stains on my person after getting wrestled to the floor. I got changed and dried my hair, before putting it in a high pony tail. My hair still managed to reach the middle of my back, though.

I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to look for something to eat. I walked over to the fridge and made myself a glass of orange juice, before heading into the sitting room, where everyone was seated.

"Bored, are we?" I asked everyone, as I made my way across the room and over various people's limbs to get to the last remaining arm chair.

"Amity, think of something to do!" Fred whined from the floor, near my feet.

"We could go to Diagon Alley. You know, just for the hell of it," I suggested, sipping my juice. When no one seemed tempted by my suggestion, I added, "I'll buy you all ice creams."

I recieved a shout of agreement and everyone shot up to get their shoes. I smiled to myself, finished off my juice, and followed everyone to find my trainers.

Ten minutes later, we were all standing in front of the Weasley's fire place, pinches of floo powder in hand. I was about to throw my floo powder into the fire when Ginny walked into the sitting room and asked, "Where are you all going?"

"Diagon Alley. It was Amity's idea," Ron said, trying not to sneeze from the floo powder he held in his hand.

"Oh, right," Ginny said, tyring to appear as though she wasn't bothered. She sat down on the sofa, folded her arms and watched us, as though daring us to chuck the floo powder into the fire.

I narrowed my eyes at her and cleared my throat. "So, are we going?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound as light as possible.

Everyone exchanged glances. I could tell they felt awkward; they all knew me and Ginny hadn't taken well to each other. I could tell no one was going to say anything, so I sighed, turned around to face the fire place, threw my floo powder into the flames and stepped in. A warm breeze engulfed me, and I said, clearly, "Diagon Alley!"

Suddenly, I was whizzing past various different fire places. I tucked my elbows in tightly, so that they didn't hit the walls of fire places, and before I knew it, I was spat out of a fire place, somewhere in Diagon Alley.

I stepped out of the fire place and brushed excess ash from my clothes. I looked around and saw that I was in a pub; I took a guess at the Leaky Cauldron. I walked past the bar, keeping my head down, and out through the back door. I reached the courtyard, tapped the necessary bricks on the wall, and watched as the wall dissolved before my eyes.

I stepped through the newly created hole and looked straight down the street in front of me. I decided to take up my own offer of having an ice cream, and made my way to the ice cream parlour, a couple of shops down the street.

The parlour was quiet, only having a couple of people sitting outside. I went, ordered my ice cream, and when I had paid for it, I made my way outside. I sat down at a table by the wall of the parlour and started to devour my ice cream.

I was about half way through it when someone sat down on the other side of my table.

"Hi," Harry said, smiling at me.

I looked up at him, spoon in my mouth and ice cream on my nose, and smiled. I finished eating the ice cream that I had in my mouth before returning the greeting.

"How come you're here? I thought Ginny had made everyone feel guilty," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, she did. I'm the only one who came. She started shouting and rounding on people, so I left before she could turn on me," he explained, shrugging.

"I see," I murmured. "D'you know why she dislikes me so much?"

Harry shrugged again and dipped his finger into my ice cream, before saying, "I don't know. She's like it with everyone at the moment, though, ever since we broke up."

I choked and started coughing on a particularly big chocolate chip, before spluttering, "You two went out?!"

Harry laughed and nodded.

"Woah," I said, raising my eyebrows slightly.

"You seem shocked," he chuckled, taking some more of my ice cream.

"I am, I guess. I don't know how you could put up with someone like her," I said, poking his finger with my spoon.

"She's not usually like she is at the moment," Harry murmured, flicking my spoon away.

"Yeah, well, acting the way she is isn't doing her any favours," I replied, making sure I got the last chocolate chip at the bottom of the glass.

I looked up at Harry, smiling, and said, "Why couldn't you get your own bloody ice cream?"

"I didn't want one, I just wanted to try yours," he replied, laughing a little.

We decided to take a look around all the different shops, looking for stuff that we wanted, rather than needed. Harry insisted that we visited Quality Quidditch Supplies, so we headed there first. Harry spent ages looking at all the different brooms, comparing them to his own. I couldn't help but laugh at how excited he seemed to become when he talked about Quidditch.

We headed to a joke shop next, which I found out belonged to Fred and George. It didn't surprise me, really. They'd pulled a fair few pranks on me during my short stay at the burrow.

After we'd messed around in Wealsey's Wizarding Wheezes for a bit, Harry and I didn't really know what to do. We didn't need new robes, we didn't need potions ingredients, we didn't need any pet supplies and neither of us felt like going for another ice cream.

"We could always look in Knockturn Alley," I suggested quietly, not entirely sure about how Harry would take to the idea.

He seemed to ponder the idea for a moment, before nodding slowly. "I think it's best if we keep my invisibility cloak to hand, though," he added, tapping the back pocket of his jeans.

I nodded in agreement and we started walking towards the end of Diagon Alley. We turned right, walked down a couple of steps and entered Knockturn Alley.

The change in scenery was almost immediate. Whereas Diagon Alley was warm and welcoming, Knockturn Alley was dark and cold. The buildings were all dark, almost like they were covered in soot. Their windows were grimy and dusty, and when you could see through a window, you'd often catch the shop owner glowering at you. We passed shops selling robes and potion ingredients that were most likely illegal.

Harry and I walked past Borgin and Burke's and looked in through the window. Everything seemed the same as it usually was; dark, dismal, and rather creepy.

We looked through the large, grimy window. We saw that the hand of glory had gone. Well, obviously, seeing as Draco, my cousin, had used it last year at Hogwarts, apparently. Also, the necklace which would curse anyone who tried to wear it was gone. Draco had used that, too. There were still some rather weird and gruesome looking things in the shop, but it was annoying not knowing what they could do. Who knew if there was something else in there that Draco could use to complete more dark and dangerous tasks?

Sighing slightly, I tore my eyes away from the shop window. I could see that Harry was frowning, and rightfully so. I was certain that he completely detested Draco now, after everything he'd done last year. Not to mention Snape. From what people had told me in the past week at the Burrow, no one dared mention his name in front of Harry. Harry was known to have it occasional shouting session, but I guess he had his reasons. It was probably best to not provoke him by mentioning Snape's name.

I'd been staring into space for the past couple of minutes, but I was pulled from my reverie by a thin woman, in a black cloak, with the hood drawn up. I narrowed my eyes at her as she hurried past me, and I noticed that she had bright blonde hair. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as I realised it was my Aunt Narcissa. I couldn't quite believe she hadn't noticed me, but I'm rather glad she hadn't. She would have tried her hardest to get me back to Headquarters somehow.

I nudged Harry in the ribs with my elbow, causing him to jump and give me a questioning look. I pointed after Aunt Cissy, but Harry still looked confused.

"My Aunt Narcissa," I said simply, and his mouth formed and 'Oh!' shape before he looked confused.

"What's she doing down here?" he whispered, frowning.

I shrugged and said, "Shall we follow her?"

Harry nodded and pulled his invisibility cloak out of his back pocket. He threw it over the both of us and I felt the odd sensation of turning invisible run all over my body. It was like warm water was running down from my head, all the way to my toes.

When the cloak was on, Harry made a nodding motion with his head to show that we should start walking. I nodded back at him and tried to locate my Aunt again. She was a few hundred yards up the street, so we set off at a brisk walk so that we could catch up with her.

Seeing as we were walking so quickly, we soon caught up with her. We slowed down, so that we didn't make as much noise as we had been making, and watched her closely.

"Where on earth is she going?" I asked no one in particular.

"I don't know. At least we know she's not going into Borgin and Burkes'," Harry replied, and I felt him shrug.

I nodded and said, "I can't believe she has the nerve to come out in public."

"I know. I mean, everyone knows what her husband and son have done," Harry growled, grinding his teeth slightly.

I looked sideways at Harry and saw that his face was set, his jaw rigid. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling awkward. I hated myself for being related to these awful people, but what could I do about it? Anyway, Harry didn't seem to hold anything against me. I still felt bad about everything that had happened, though.

Suddenly, Aunt Cissy stopped, with her hand on a shop door handle. She looked around, as if checking to make sure that no one she knew would see her going into this shop. I looked up and read, 'Tulia's Potions' above the door. I looked back at the shop front and wrinkled my nose. The windows, like every other shop in Knockturn Alley, were grimy and dusty. The door handle was rusty, as were its hinges. The door was hardly a door, to be honest; the few slats of wood that it consisted of were mouldy and a couple of them didn't even reach the floor.

Aunt Cissy pushed the door open and it made a horrid squealing sound. I cringed, nudged Harry, and nodded towards the open door, to signal that we should head inside. He nodded back at me and we slid past my Aunt, before she could shut the door.