Hello my patient readers! so sorry for the long wait- things are extremely hectic and are only starting to calm down a little now- so here's two chapters for you to enjoy! sorry this one is so short but i felt like it needed to end right there...
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Harry pounded on the thick wooden door in Nocturne Alley. "Open up! Open up!" he cried as the sun set, plunging the narrow twisting street into darkness.
A withered old hag opened the door, a lantern that gave off an eerie green glow held in her hand. "What do you want, boy? I do not sell potions supplies to students."
Harry held out his hand and the light caught the dozens of golden Galleons held out on his palm. "Will this be enough?"
She stared at the money with her one good eye. "With that you can buy anything," and she stepped back to let him through.
Ten minutes later, Harry strode out the door, a vial of morticaine clutched in his fist. Morticaine- the odorless, colourless, deadly poison that invades all senses as it rushes through the victim's veins, bringing death in seconds to the one who wishes to die so badly that they would ingest such a drug.
Harry shivered as the cold wind hit him and he glanced up at the silvery moon. Then, pulling his cloak closer, he pushed onwards, driven by a deadly purpose
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Note: information about morticaine taken from Harry Potter Wiki