Chapter 2
Harry had fallen asleep for most of the ride to London.
When the bus arrived in London, Harry nearly jumped with joy and ran out of the smelly bus.
He wondered for many hours, just looking at signs and the people around him. He looked out of place among the cleanly dressed people. He was still in his old, rolled up jeans and a jumper that was fraying at the sleeves.
Eventually, his feet had started to hurt. He could not find an unoccupied bench for him to sit on, so he wandered some more and found a slightly clean alley where a strange cat was sleeping. He pulled out his note book and started to write below his first entry.
Day 2
Got to London, but have found no where to stay. Will most likely be sleeping on the street.
Harry stopped when he heard footsteps, and looked to the entrance of the alley to see a business man walking by. He rolled his eyes at his own paranoia and continued to write.
The bus ticket only costed 1.50 pounds, and Beth gave me some money. I should have enough until I find a job if I buy cheap food.
The footsteps started again.
Harry stopped his writing and put away his stuff, getting up and ready to run if something happened. He backed away from the wall, his head looking over his shoulder as he slowly went towards the entrance. But, somehow, Harry was jumped from the side.
He was easily lifted off his feet, and he swore he felt a rip popped. His pack was ripped from his body, the already weak straps tearing easily.
"Well, look was we have here. A little street rat all alone." A voice purred in his ear, making him shiver. Harry tried to fight, but he knew it would be no use. He tried to wiggle his way out of the grip, but found himself being held tighter than before, air leaving his lungs.
Another person strolled into Harry's view. At first he thought that the man was passing by, but the man in a white dress shirt and ironed slacks had a demonic smirk on his face. A pocket knife was in his hand, the blade out and darkened by the shadows of the alley.
"A pretty street rat." A pair of glasses were perched on a crooked nose, and Harry was tempted to make it even crookeder. He struggled when the knife got close to his face, but stopped when it touched his skin. "We could sell you for a lot of coin."
Harry's breath hitched as he heard those words, but the knife on his cheek was threatening. A large hand went over his mouth, and slowly, he started to feel himself slipping into darkness.
"...waking up, Shirina." A sweet voice said as a blurry face hovered over him. His glasses were gone, and the drowsiness was not helping.
"Get him his glasses." Another female voice commanded. The blurriness receded some after his glasses were put on, but it felt like he had slept for a long time. Two women, one that looked to be his age, both having platinum blonde hair, stood next to his bedside.
"Where..." Harry rasped out, his voice dry. He sat up, his head banging against the bedframe. "Ouch!"
He was handed a glass of water from the beside table, his pack leaning up on the carved wood. Harry drank it greedily, but slowed down after he realized that he was with two strange women and the last thing that he remembered was being knocked out in an alleyway.
"How did I get here? Who are you?" Harry asked rapidly. He dropped the glass on the sheets and tried to get up, but there was a pain in his leg and ribs that made him fall back onto the bed.
"We found you in a remote entrance to Knockturn, being taken by two sellers into Crook Street. There was a bit of fighting, and the men dropped you weirdly. That's why your leg hurts." The younger woman explained, her voice light and airy. She seemed to be looking off into nothing.
"And my name is Shirina Lovegood. This is my niece, Luna. I run an apothecary in Knockturn. You are in the apartment above my store. You have been sleep for about a week or so, mainly due to the potions we gave you when you woke up disorientated, but-"
"Apothecary? Potions? Where is Knockturn? Am I not in London anymore?" Harry sputtered and tried to back away from both Luna and Shirina, but was restricted by his leg.
Luna looked at him, confused. "Do you not know about magic? Did you not get a letter when you were eleven?"
"Magic?!"
He looked for a way out of the room, but only found strange things, like a bundle of weird looking herbs, gemstones the size of his foot, and a skull of an animal that he is pretty sure does not exist.
"What's your name?" Shirina asked calmly, somehow his panicked mind finding her words comforting.
"H-Harry." He was surprised when his actual name fell of his lips instead of a fake one like the one he gave Beth.
"Harry, do you know who your parents are? Or if they could do... unusual things?" Shirina asked, placing a ringed hand on his own.
"My parents died when I was a baby. My aunt and uncle said it was drunk driving." Harry said shyly. He had never told that to anyone before, but not they would care.
Shirina smiled at him, showing pearly teeth. "Harry, you can do magic."