Chapter 3. Draco Malfoy
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After half an hour conversing with the boy, Avan learned that the boy is very sneaky. The boy tried continuously to trick Avan to hand him his wand, which for some reason was hanging on the wall across from the cell. Draco, if that's his real name, claimed the wand is a "wriless radino" (Avan thinks he meant wireless radio) and he needs it to learn French. Avan happens to find that hilarious. From what Draco unintentionally revealed, it seemed he's here due to a portkey accident. The agents arrested him only out of suspicion (mainly because of his robe). However being a proud pureblood, he refuses to talk to any Muggle. So now he's been stuck here since this morning.
Avan decided to put him out of his misery, "you are a wizard, right? I'll return your wand, only if you promise to take me to Diagon Ally."
"You are a wizard too?" Muttered Draco surprised.
Avan gave him a mysterious smile, took the wand, pressed it on the lock, "Alohomora", and opened the door.
"Come on." He gave the wand back to Draco and they headed for freedom.
Diagon Alley is impressive no matter how many times Avan sees it (granted this is only his second time). The odd little shops were piled with extraordinary things, most of which Avan have never seem or heard of; the worn stone-steps look centuries old and peculiar noises keep on popping out of nowhere. Just too bad it's so empty, thought Avan, everyone's in such a rash.
Malfoy (he wouldn't allow Avan to call him Draco) brought ice-cream for them from Flourish and Blotts. Avan found that if you probe him a little, Malfoy is really quite talkative. Malfoy told Avan a lot about Hogwarts ("potion is an amazing subject; Dumbledore is a git and Snape is the best teacher ever"); also a lot about Quidditch ("It's the best sport in the world, I just happen to be Hogwarts' best seeker"); and strangely enough a lot about dress robe and hair products ("If you add a drop of olive oil in the conditioner… Hey, are you listening?")
"…as I was saying. Slytherin is the only house worth attending."
They have arrived at an amazing looking shop. This shop looked new and exceedingly colourful; it stood out like a sore thumb in contrast to the grey alley.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Come on. Let's check it out." Avan ran inside, he didn't notice Malfoy's frown.
As Avan ogled at rows of the most exciting prank products (Smart-Answer quills, Reusable Hangman, Patented Daydream Charms, Edible Dark Marks…), he noticed two red-heads were creeping up to him, holding what looks like stink bombs.
Avan smirked, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I know some pretty advised magic."
The red-heads gave him an incredulous looks, "you? Tiddler, are you even old enough to go to Hogwarts?"
"Yes, first year. So tell me, is Slytherin really the best house?"
"Slytherin! Best house!" The twins did a dramatic double take. "We are so insulted."
"Brave, noble Gryffindor is the one, the only, best, best house!"
"Oh, who are you?"
"We are the infamous Weasley twins," said one brother.
"The most famous Prankster Hogwarts has seen," added the other, "ever since the Marauders."
"I am George," said one. "Fred," said the other.
"Oh," replied Avan, now he's really confused. "Nice to meet you. My name is Avan Da Kedavia."
"Blimey, you are the kid that took out two Death Eaters. Our good friend Remus told us about you."
"So to thank you for saving for friend, we'll give you a gift."
The twins dragged Avan to the back of the shops, then handed him two small bags.
"Decoy Detonator, Instant Darkness Powder," read Avan off the bags, "Thanks, what are they?"
The twins didn't answer but instead gave him an evil smile. George, or is that Fred, took some darkness powder and throw it on the ground. The room instantly turned pitch black, then abruptly something exploded.
"Ahhhh!" Yelled Avan
"See, the powder creates a cover, while the detonator creates a distraction. They are our most popular products; Defense against Dark Arts is such a useful field."
"Then you should expand on that," said Avan while rubbing his ears.
"Do go on," the twins looked at him, obviously intrigued.
"For example, you could make Protego cloaks or gloves or hats, kind of like a bullet-proof vast. How about invisible wand-hostel that will prevent someone from losing their wand, especially during battle. Oh, you should also invent portkeys that will only respond to certain access code."
"Brilliant ideas! You know," Fred turned to George, "we could use the curses Harry taught us."
"Harry?" inquired Avan. That name sounds so familiar, but where have I heard of it?
"Yes, Harry Potter."
"You know, as in the boy-who-lived."
Oh, Avan suddenly recalled his conservation with Dumbledore. Right, the boy who ended the first war.
"Don't you mean, as in scarhead-who-disappeared," interrupted an annoyed voice. "Da Kedavia," Malfoy gestured towards the door, "we are leaving."
"Sorry." Avon ignored the twins' surprised looks and hurried after Malfoy.
They walked in silence until, "What was that?" asked Avan quietly.
"Sorry, I just hate hero-worshippers." Malfoy rushed on, "With dad still in Azkaban and my task," with that he stopped suddenly, all colour drained from his face. In a desperate attempt to divert Avan's attention, Malfoy pointed randomly to the bags Avan's holding. "What, what is that?"
Malfoy's ploy seem to be working, Avan held up the bag of Instant Darkness Powder, "This? Some cool prank material, here, take it." He dropped into Malfoy's pocket, "now I don't owe you for the ice-cream."
They continued to walk in silence; both boys are deep in thoughts. As Malfoy was rubbing his own forearm lightly, his eyes harden. He turned to Avan, "As nice it was talking someone with half a brain. Da Kedavia, you will not try to talk to me at Hogwarts, understand?"
"Why?"
"Because Malfoys don't normally associate with eleven years old nor with mud, um, muggleborns."
Avan frowned, "Is that another family rule which you have to follow?"
"I don't have to follow it!"
"Then why did you rather spend a whole day in a Muggle holding cell and shopping with a child, just to avoid going home."
"I didn't…"
"Don't expect me to believe you were caught."
Another silence followed that. Afterward Avan apologized, "sorry, I really didn't mean to pry. But can I still talk to you? I'll remember to cower in fear. "
"…"
Avan gave his most sincere simile and whined, "please. Don't make me blackmail you."
Malfoy's lips twitched into a slight smile, no, smirk, "How very Slytherin of you. All right, you may."
"Yes!" Avan faked a squeal, bounced up and gave Malfoy a hug. He stepped back to laugh at the horrified expression on Malfoy's face.
In the background, one bewildered Ron Weasley turned to Hermione Granger, "does Malfoy have a younger brother?"