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Mrs Weasley rose them all early the following Wednesday. After a sharp half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they grabbed on their coats, and Mrs Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today... Ah well, guests first! After you, Harry and Y/N dear!"

Harry and Y/N looked at each other, "She said your name first." You smirked, Harry playfully rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he said as you strode away and stands next to Percy, And she offered him the flowerpot. Harry stared at them all watching him.

"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.

'Oh Salazar, I forgot, he doesn't know how this stuff works' you facepalm.

"He's never travelled by Floo powder," blurted Ron. "Sorry, Harry, I forgot."

"Never?" said Mr Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"

"I went on the Underground--"

"Really?" Said Mr Weasley eagerly. "Were there, escalators? How exactly--"

"Not now, Arthur," said Mrs Weasley. "Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before--"

"He'll be all right, Mum," said Fred. "Harry, watch us first."

Fred winked at you as he took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" And vanished.

"You must speak clearly, dear," Mrs Weasley told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "And be sure to get out at the right grate..."

"The right what?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too.

"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly--"

"He'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," said Mr Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too.

"But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?"

"They wouldn't mind," Harry reassured her. "Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that--"

"Well... all right... you go after Arthur," said Mrs Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going."

"And keep your elbows tucked in," Ron advised.

"And your eyes shut," said Mrs Weasley. "The soot--"

"Don't fidget," said Ron. "Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace--"

"Jeez, I should have gone first." you groan under your breath.

"likewise," Percy mumbled, you looked up to him and saw him rolled his eyes.

Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire.

He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.

"Diaganilly" He coughed.

"Oh, no." Percy pinches the bridge of his nose. You snorted as Ron shook his head and sighed.

"What did he say, dear?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"'Diaganilly.'" Mr Weasley response.

"I thought he did."

You tried to hide your laugh under your breath, so you turned around while your hand is on your mouth.

After you are done laughing and calming yourself down, you faced them "I'll go after him" you took some floo powder. You step in the chimney.

You said the same thing what Harry said.

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"Where in the world is he?" I walked around the alley, but then "Not lost are you, my dear?" An old witch came up to me.

"I'm fine; thank you. I'm looking for my friend, and he got lost."

"Come with us. We'll help you find your friend back." The other witches and wizards spoke.

"It's okay; I can do it myself." I gave them a fake smile but then one of the old which grabbed my arm.

"Dont be shy, dear, we'll help you." she smiled wickedly.

My eyebrow frown as I jerked my arm off from her touch "Didnt I say I'll be okay? Stop bothering me." I step forward as I felt my eyes turned into red again; I saw my reflection from the broken window.

All of them flinched and backed away from me. "Your ey-eyes, wha-what are you!?" the old which fell down as she crawls backwards while pointing at me.

"What am I?" I grinned, I crouched to her. I went closer to her ear "I'm someone who you shouldn't mess with or else."

I went even closer "You only have seconds to say your last words." I whispered but with dominate voice, but my voice went deep.

I saw her eyes widen and started shaking. I stood up as she covers her mouth. But then she started throwing up.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot about Harry. Hey you all, have you seen a boy with glasses and has a scar on his forehead?" I turned towards the other people.

They all nodded "A huge man took him. I think his name was uhh Hadid? Wait no, no, Hagrid." an old wizard spoke.

I smile at them "Well, thank you for the information. I must leave now" I courtesy.

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Even worse, the dark, narrow street I could see through the dusty shop window was not Diagon Alley still.

The sooner I got out of here, the better. I made my way swiftly and silently toward the door.

Nevertheless, before I'd got halfway toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass - Draco Malfoy.

I glanced around but before I knew it 'Make me invisible' I thought, seconds later, a bell clanged, I opened my eyes and Malfoy stepped into the shop.

The man who followed could only be Draco's father. He had the same pale, pointed face and exact cold, grey eyes.

Didn't they notice me? I looked down at my body. And yeah, I'm invisible. I forgot I could do that.

Mr Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to Draco and saying, "Touch nothing, Draco."

Draco, who had reached for the glass eye, said, "I thought you were going to buy me a present."

"I said I would buy you a racing broom," said his father, drumming his fingers on the counter.

This older adult.

"What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered. "Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, and it's just because he's famous... famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead..."

Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls.

"...everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick--"

"You have told me this at least a dozen times already," said Mr Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son.

"And I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr Borgin."

A hunching man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.

"Mr Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again," said Mr Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. "Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced--"

"I'm not buying today, Mr Borgin, but selling," said Mr Malfoy.

"Selling?" The smile faded slightly from Mr Borgin's face.

"You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids," said Mr Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unravelling it for Mr Borgin to read. "I have a few - ah - items at home that might embarrass me if the Ministry were to call..."

Mr Borgin fixed a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list.

"The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?"

Mr Malfoy's lip curled.

"I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumours about a new Muggle Protection Act - no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it--"

I felt a hot surge of anger.

But then another bell came, it was a three-figure: two adults and one kid.

"Ah! You're finally here!" Mr Borgin smiled happily.

"We are here to take the stuff." the adult spoke.

"Of course, sir, give me a minute." Mr Borgin grinned and turned around but then the kid hooded spoke.

"You better return fast, I don't like waiting." the vibe of the shop became heavy.

"who are you all people." Mr Malfoy spoke as he crossed his arms.

"More important than you." the kid spoke.

Mr Malfoy face became red from anger. This reminds me of someone, but then the woman turns towards me and squinting her eyes. But then turned into widen eyes.

She whispered to the kid's ear, and the kids turn her/his head towards my direction.

It was a good looking kid, tall.

"here it is, young mistress." Mr Borgin came back and bowed. He gave the box to them, once they paid. The kid turned towards my direction again and winked.

'I know you're there.' the person mouthed.

My eyes widen as I silently gasp, the three people left the shop. I followed them, but then they disappeared so fast.

I walked away far from the street, once I see the light. I went to Gringotts.

I stood in front of the Goblin and smiled, and I got his attention. He nodded. "Ah, yes. Y/N Dumbledore. Key, please." I handed him my key.

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Once I got out of the Gringotts. I saw an enormous person with a boy beside him.

Finally.

"Harry! Harry! Over here!"

Harry looked up and looked at the direction I'm standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. I ran down to meet them, my hair flying behind me.

"I finally found you, and what happened to your glasses? Hello, uncle- Oh, it's lovely to see you again, uncle - Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?" I asked.

He nodded "Are you done? Also, as soon as I've found the Weasleys," said Harry.

I took my wand out "Also let me fix your glasses. Oculus reparo." I waved my hand.

"I definitely need to remember that one." Harry said both of us grinned.

"Yeh won't have long ter wait," Hagrid said with a grin.

Harry and I looked around: Sprinting up the crowded street were Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr Weasley.

"Look who I finally found Mr Weasley."

"Harry," Mr Weasley panted. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far..." He mopped his glistening bald patch. "Molly's frantic - she's coming now--"

"Where did you come out?" Ron asked.

"Knockturn Alley," said Hagrid grimly.

"Excellent!" said Fred and George together.

"We've never been allowed in," said Ron enviously. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you won't be allowed to be there; there is a lot of weird folks there. And the dark shops there." I shook my head.

Uncle Hagrid raises his eyebrows "and how did you know that?" he said.

I stood properly and cleared my throat "Uh... I followed Harry... And found some people and tried to take me and saw-"

"YOU KNOW IT'S DANGEROUS TO BE ALONE OUT THERE." Uncle Hagrid yelled.

"I have to follow Harry! Who knows what might happen to him, uncle." I groaned.

Mrs Weasley now came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other.

"Oh, Harry - oh, my dear - you could have been anywhere--"

Gasping for breath, she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping off the soot Hagrid hadn't managed to beat away.

"Well, gotta be off," said Hagrid, who was having his hand wrung by Mrs Weasley ("Knockturn Alley! If you hadn't found him, Hagrid!").

"See yer at Hogwarts!" And he strode away, head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the packed street.

"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Harry asked Ron and I as we climbed the Gringotts steps. "Malfoy and his father."

"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" said Mr. Weasley sharply behind them.

"No, he was selling--" I spoke.

"So he's worried," said Mr. Weasley with grim satisfaction. "Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something ..."

Harry leaned closer to me "how did you know that?" he whispered.

"Um... I saw by the window?" I said more like a question.