Diagon Alley. How do you describe Diagon Alley in one word? Interesting, perhaps? Or, unexpected? What my point is, you can't. It's simply impossible. So as we walked through the amazing place that is Diagon Alley, all of these words were racing through my mind. It wasn't until we came across one new building that my imagination ran wild.
"This is it then." I stated, "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." I was staring at a tall building with fireworks zooming out of the windows and a statue-type-thing of Fred wearing a top hat (or was it George?) and a bunny appearing and disappearing beneath the hat at the front of the shop.
"Well, come on then!" Ginny exclaimed, pushing us inside. The store was thriving with activity, pranks, sweets and all sorts of other stuff lined the shelves. The second I stepped in, a strong scent of chocolate, peppermint and candyfloss hit me. I wandered around for a bit, taking in all the sights and sounds. I scanned the scene before me and my eyes fell on the people behind all of this: Fred and George Weasley.
I made my way over to them, who was 'supervising' the scene below them. "Ah, our favourite Malfoy!" George greeted me from the top of the staircase.
"How are you, our Ravenclaw friend?" Fred added.
"I'm good, thanks," I answered, reminding myself of my mental note I made last week, "Hey guys, I was wondering if you had any Extendable Ears in stock? Mother burnt the last of mine when she caught me using them when she was talking to my darling brother."
"What a horrible person!" Fred exclaimed, putting a hand on his heart.
"Tell me about it," I muttered.
"If you'll follow us." George jumped down from the stairs and led me to a stand decorated with pictures of ears and the words Extendable Ears written in gold ink at the top of the stand. Loads of the flesh-coloured pieces of string hung from hooks on the wall. I grabbed a handful and retrieved my purse from my white shoulder bag.
"How much?" I asked.
"Let me see, that's 4 Extendable Ears, so 16 sickles," Fred answered.
I handed him one gold galleon from my purse, "Keep the change." I said. I waved goodbye to the twins and walked over to a stand towards the front of the shop, which was covered in small vials of brightly coloured, pink liquid. I noticed Hermione and Ginny in the crowd surrounding the stand and I made my way over to them. I picked up one of the vials, "Hey, do you guys know what these are?" I asked.
"Love Potions, apparently," Hermione answered.
"But you aren't allowed any!" Fred butted in through the crowd, pointing at Ginny.
"And why ever not?" Ginny put her hands on her hips and glared at her brother in a way that made her look so much like her mother that it was quite scary.
"You're doing fine on your own!" George exclaimed, coming over to back up his brother.
"He has got a point, you know," I admitted.
"Not you too!" whined Ginny. I smirked and turned back to the boys. Harry and Ron had come over to see what all the fuss was about, Ron's arms laden with merchandise.
"Tell the truth though, are you or are you not currently dating a boy by the name of Dean Thomas?" Fred asked.
"Yes, I am, is that OK with you?" Ginny huffed and turned to the wall beside her. A large cage of tiny pink and purple balls of fluff was rolling around, "What are these?" Ginny asked, trying to change the subject.
"Pygmy Puffs," George stated proudly, "Miniature Puffskeins. Can't breed them fast enough!"
"They're really cute!"
"They're fairly cuddly, yes."
"But stop avoiding the question!" Fred moaned, "Aren't you going through boyfriends a bit fast?"
"Why does it matter to you?" she glared, "Mum, can I have a Pygmy Puff?" she went to find Molly while I turned to Harry. He was staring through the window, probably daydreaming.
"Hey, Harry," I tapped his shoulder but he didn't respond, "Earth to Harry Potter!" I waved my hand in front of his face and he finally snapped back to reality.
"What? Oh, hi Tina."
"Hello, Mr. Daydreamer!" I giggled.
"You're a fine one to talk!"
"Who, me? A daydreamer? Never!" I smirked sarcastically, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, just thinking. This summer's been crazy already, huh?"
"Yup." I sighed. I stood there for a second until I saw who I thought was Draco walking past the window. "Did you see that?"
"Yeah. What do you think he's doing?"
"I dread to think."
Harry pulled out his Invisibility Cloak from his bag and called Hermione and Ron over.
"What are you two doing?" Hermione asked, noticing the cloak.
"We just saw Draco coming down here, on his own," I answered.
"Well, the four of us would never fit under that." Ron pointed out, gesturing towards the cloak. We all thought for a moment for a solution.
"You three will fit--" I said.
"What about you? You have to come, he's your brother!" Harry exclaimed.
"Let me finish. You three will fit, I can walk ahead, make sure the coast is clear. If anyone sees me, they won't question why I'm in Knockturn Alley. I mean, come on, I'm a Malfoy, for goodness sake! People are going to expect me to be there! Especially if I'm following my brother!" I explained.
"Only if you're sure."
"I am, now let's go before we lose him."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron put the Invisibility Cloak over themselves, I made sure that they were mostly covered and we left the shop. Luckily, no one noticed. We soon caught up with my brother and I saw him enter Borgin and Burkes, alone.
"This can't be good," I whispered.
I hid behind a wall so I wouldn't be seen, while the others watched through the window, still under the cloak.
"Crouch down." I heard Hermione whisper to the boys.
"Why?" Ron whispered back.
"So Tina can come under and see what's going on as well. She has a right to." I heard them go down closer to the floor and I quickly slipped under the cloak and sat on the ground next to Harry.
"What is he doing?" I asked.
"No clue. Maybe he's buying something?" Ron suggested.
"Oh, I don't know, what do you think he'd be doing in a shop? Stopping in for a friendly chat?" Hermione snapped. Ron looked away, embarrassed. Hermione and I rolled our eyes at each other. "If only we could hear what they're saying."
Suddenly, I had a lightbulb moment and pulled one of my new Extendable Ears from my bag, "Yes we can!"
We fed the string through the door and Draco's voice was heard loud and clear, "... you know how to fix it?"
"Possibly," said Borgin, unsure, "I'll need to see it though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"
"I can't. It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it."
Borgin licked his lips nervously, "Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything."
"No?" Draco sneered, "Perhaps this will make you more confident."
He led Borgin behind a cabinet and showed him something. We shuffled over to see, but I think that I was the only one who saw my brother. He rolled up his sleeve to show something on his arm. My eyes widened in shock. It was the Dark Mark. Why didn't he tell me? My brother is a Death Eater. I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it. I was breathing heavily, and the others noticed.
"Tina, are you OK?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Yeah, you look really pale," Hermione added.
"He has it...the mark," I whispered only loud enough for Harry to hear, but before he could reply, Draco started talking again.
"Tell anyone," Draco said, "and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? He's a family friend, he'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention."
"There will be no need for that--"
"I'll decide that. Well, I'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."
"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?"
"No, of course, I wouldn't, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it."
"Of course not...sir."
"Not a word to anyone, Borgin, and that includes my mother, understand?"
"Naturally, naturally." Borgin murmured.
Draco stalked out of the shop, leaving a slightly frightened Borgin inside.
"What was that all about, then?" Ron asked, reeling in the Extendable Ear and passing them back to me.
"I have my suspicions, I just hope I'm wrong," I whispered, remembering Draco's task.
Without thinking, I came from under the cloak and strode into the shop, taking the Extendable Ears with me, "Hello, Borgin, long time no see." I said, putting on an icy exterior so he wouldn't see through me.
Borgin turned around to see who it was, "Oh, Miss Malfoy," I nodded in greeting, "How long has it been? Must be 10 years since I last saw you." he greeted.
"Enough small talk, Borgin," I glared, "I'm looking for my brother, Draco. I saw him come down this way, so I assumed he was coming here. Have you seen him?"
"Maybe, it's not my right to say..."
"So he was in here? I'm not leaving until I know for sure."
"You don't need to be like that, but yes."
"I knew it. What was he doing?" he didn't answer, but found a sudden interest in his shoes, "If he's told you not to tell anyone, which I know he has, I am the only exception to it. I know exactly what's going on."
"Then why do you ask if you know already?"
"Don't change the subject. Don't be like that with me." I said threateningly, "Show me what he wanted to buy, now."
"Follow me," he said reluctantly, leading me to the cabinet and blocking Harry, Ron and Hermione's view, "This. A Vanishing Cabinet. He wants it repaired, apparently. Won't tell me why, though."
"Thank you, Borgin. Did you see what way he went when he left?" I asked before leaving. He pointed to the left, fortunately also where the other three were hiding. I nodded and left without another word. Once I was sure he wasn't looking, I slipped back under the cloak.
"Why did you go in?" Ron asked.
"I tried to see if he would tell me what Draco wanted," I explained.
"No luck. He refused to tell me anything." I lied. I didn't want to risk having to explain things I was forbidden to say.
"Why didn't you leave us one of your Extendable Ears?"
"Sorry, I didn't think when I went in." I shrugged.
"We'd better head back. Before people notice we're gone." Hermione warned. I slipped out from under the cloak again and we walked rather quickly back to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.