Chapter Eight
*Still don't own any Harry Potter stuff*
Harry ran his fingers through his hair and paced back and forth in his bedroom. He was pretty freaked out, and he had a right to be. If Arthur's note was right (and why wouldn't it be?) the Death Eaters were back at Hogwarts and looking for him. If they didn't find him there, what would they to do his friends, to Ron and Hermione? The thought of Hermione getting hurt made his stomach flip. He was happy being with Alice, but he would always have a special place in his heart for Hermione.
Harry picked up his cell phone and called Alice. She didn't answer her phone, which just made Harry worry more. "Hey, Alice, it's me. Just uhm, call me when you get this. Bye." Harry didn't even have time to set the phone down and walk away before it rang again. "Hello?" He said. "Hey, sorry I missed your call, what's up?" Alice's familiar voice through the phone calmed Harry down a bit, though not by much. "Can you come down to my room? I gotta talk to you about something. Nothing bad, well, kinda bad. Just come down here please." "Uh, okay. See you in a minute." Alice said, and they ended the call. She probably thinks I'm breaking up with her, Harry thought to himself.
Harry opened his door to find Alice standing there. She was wearing gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt, with her long dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. "You look adorable," Harry said to her, giving her a welcoming kiss on the lips. Alice smiled and kissed him back, then looked at him with worry in her eyes. "Is everything okay Harry? You sounded really worried on the phone." Harry sighed and grabbed her hand and led her into his bedroom. "Where's Eric?" She asked. That was a good question actually. Harry hadn't seen him in the past few days. He thought that they were just missing each other every time, but now that he really looked at Eric's side of the room he noticed that his bed was still made and his backpack was on the floor next to his desk. "I don't know actually. But right now we've got worse things to worry about." Harry pulled the letter out of his desk drawer and read it aloud to Alice. Her eyes grew wide as he finished reading it. "The Death Eaters? Mom and dad told me about them once. They said they were followers of a Dark Lord that only wanted death and destruction." Harry closed his eyes, thinking about the Death Eaters. "They are a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty," Harry said, quoting something that Dumbledore had once told him.
"So, what do we do? How do we stop them?" Alice asked, looking at Harry. He sighed and sat down on the bed next to Alice. "Arthur said that the Death Eaters are coming here, so we need to prepare for them. I don't have the ability to use my magic whenever I want to here, because it draws a lot of attention. Some people in class still look at me weird ever since that thing with Ella…." Harry smiled slightly, thinking about how he really didn't feel too bad about what happened to her. She was fine, anyway. A little scarring from what he'd heard, but they'd gotten everything removed from her mouth at the hospital. "I need some time to think about what to do." "I understand," Alice said, standing up and heading towards the door. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." She gave Harry a hug and kiss goodbye and went back to her room.
Harry reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a notebook that had gone unused so far. He opened to a clean page of paper and began to write down everything he knew about the Death Eaters, trying to organize his thoughts.
Death Eaters
Ruled by Voldemort, imprisoned in Azkaban after V died. Like to torture for pleasure.
Returned when Voldemort returned via calling through Death Marks (LOOK FOR THESE, WILL BE SCARS)
Malfoy brought them to Hogwarts through Vanishing Cabinet (not one at ASU)
Not sure how many are coming.
Do not understand Muggle norms, look odd when trying to impersonate them.
Harry underlined the last point and looked at what he had written. Not much, but then again there was so much in his past that he didn't ever want to write down. He closed the notebook and decided that he may add more to it later or at least share it with Alice so she would understand what exactly he was up against. One thing was for sure: he was going to need some help, and he thought he knew where to find the best help he could hope for.
Alice heard a knock at her bedroom door and looked through the peephole, it was Harry. She opened the door to see him standing there wearing his coat and shoes and holding a duffle bag. "Harry, what are you doing? It's almost 1 in the morning." "Pack your bags and get ready," Harry said, smiling, "We're going to England."
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