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Title: The Slytherin in Diagon Alley

Contributors: dm_fugitive, parkinson_xx, pb_prince, dontcallmevinny, diabolic_davis,

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-10-09 to 12-12, 10-11 to 21

Game Date: July 29^th?

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

Note: Merged a second thread onto this one.

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Pansy walked up to the entrance of Diagon Alley, the mysterious jewel she had found was in the pocket of her jacket. She had just bearly sneaked it out of the house without her mother seeing her put it into her coat. Pansy slipped her hand into her pocket and felt the jewel. It was still warm. She let go of the Jewel, removing her hand from her pocket and continued walking. She looked around, no site of Crabbe or anyone else yet.

She sighed, and sat on the nearest bench that she could find. Unfortunately it was right outside of the Owl Emporium and the loud screeching of the Owl was giving her a horrible headache. She looked up, the sky was dark and she figured it would be raining sometime soon. She glanced around the rest of Diagon Alley, and someone familiar caught her eye finally, it was Millicent Bulstrode.

"I will send an owl to you before school starts - see you soon!" Millicent said, after her conversation with Pansy had ended. Pansy watched Millicent stroll off into the distance. Pansy looked around again, where are they? Knowing them, she figured they would all be late one way or another. Pansy walked towards the end of Diagon Alley, were it opened up to Knockturn Alley. It was quite dark down there. She had only been there once before with Mother to pick up something. But now, she was all alone. She walked till she fully entered the darkness of Knockturn Alley.

Many people that were all dressed in black glared at her as she walked...

A bearded man in a purple cloak grabbed Pansy's elbow as she passed. "Hello, love," he murmured into her ear.

Pansy gasped as she looked into the eyes of the stranger, "Dr-Draco?"

"Is missing isn't he? So I heard," Draco said at the same volume and gave Pansy a quick wink.

He had vacationed in France enough to imitate a passable accent. "But your friend Antoine is here to console you." He gestured to himself.

"Quit it" Pansy said playfully.

Pansy had an eager to hug him - but decided against it, she had to bring no attention to them both. Not that you could even see in the darkness of Knockturn Alley. Pansy lowered her voice to a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

Draco kissed her cheek. "Came to see you, of course," he whispered. "Oh, and do a little shopping. But seriously, Pansy, call me Antoine today. You may need to write to Antoine instead of Draco once your back at Hogwarts. They'll probably be searching the owls again."

"Are you meeting Vincent and Gregory today?" he asked at a more normal volume and in the faux-French accent. "May I come along?"

"Fine Antoine" Pansy said. Draco was probably right about the owls. She hated not having any privacy...

"I was going to meet them but I haven't seen them yet.." she paused and lowered her voice slightly. "I brought the jewel with me"

"May I see it?" Draco said, holding out his hand.

"Yeah" Pansy said and reached into her pocket and pulled out the warm jewel. She placed it in Draco's hand.

Draco felt the warmth, the magical tingle that Pansy had described, but had no idea what it meant. It did not feel like blatantly dark magic, but there were ways to disguise that.

"We could take it to Ormolu Bijou. He specializes in spell identification and items of this type," Draco said. "Would you like to meet Gregory and Vincent first or were you on your way to somewhere specific?"

"Maybe we should go back to Diagon Alley and look for them first?" Pansy suggested, hoping that they would arive. They would be delighted to see Draco or Antoine. "Then we can take care of the jewel.."

Draco nodded and pulled his hood a little further over his face. He slipped the jewel into his pocket and held out his arm for Pansy.

They made their way back out of Knockturn Alley, not making eye contact with anyone, and headed towards Flourish & Blott's.

* * * * * * *

Severus was in the lab, huttled over his latest potion. It was bubbling, and giving off a foul stench.

In such tight chambers it was making it practically impossible to breathe. There were no windows down in the lab (obviously). He began to pinch the bridge of his nose, while groping around in his left robe pocket. Finally, he found his wand, and muttered a quick air freshioning spell. It had definately come in handly more than once back at Hogwarts. Especially when Neville was in class.

His hand left his face, and he returned to chopping his boomslang skin.

Suddenly, he felt the sharp and familiar pang in his left arm. He sighed, finished cutting and preparing his potion ingredients. Once finished, he reached for his cloak and mask. When he was dressed in the proper garments, he took his wand, rolled up his left sleeve, shut his eyes and thought of nothing. He felt himself being pulled to a new location the moment his wand touched the emblem.

Once the world stopped spinning he crawled up to Lord Voldemorts robes, and kissed the hem.

"Where's Draco" Voldemort hissed at him.

"I believe he's out at Diagon Alley, probably spying on the Potter brat master."

After Voldemort turned away, he knew that it was just a report evening. He spread his feet trying to get into his most comfortable stance. The evening would be plenty long.

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Draco with his purple hood pulled up, shadowing his now bearded face, entered Flourish & Blott's with Pansy. He glanced around for the other Slytherins.

Draco's arm burned. "Damn," he muttered, wincing hard as he resisted the urge to grab for it. He started to tell Pansy he had to go, but stopped short. He wasn't sure what irritated him more, being called to a meeting when he had finally got back to his friends or having Snape send him away from one once again.

Then Draco remembered his robes and his beard. He really did not want to have to explain them. Maybe it was better this way. He had a nice solid excuse now for being absent.

Crabbe and Goyle were bent over some comics at Flourish in Blott's. It had been nearly an hour since the set time for them to meet with Pansy, but they figured she'd find them somehow.

Goyle elbowed Crabbe hard in the ribs, nodding his head at an approaching Pansy and a stranger. Comics dropped and forgotten, the two went to meet Pansy.

"Hullo, Pansy," Crabbe said, frowning pointedly at the stranger. "Who's this?" He asked, trying to intimidate the other with his girth.

"Antoine, would you like to introduce yourself to Crabbe and Goyle?" Pansy said...

Goyle made a grunting sound of displeasure, while Crabbe squared his shoulders and poked Antoine hard in the chest. "Nice to meet you," He said, thickly.

Tracey walked quickly through the streets of Diagon Alley, knowing she would be late as usual in meeting Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. She eyed every shop closely, scanning each person's face as quickly as possible.

Turning a corner, she stopped in front of Flourish and Blott's, noting the three people she was looking for, along with a cloaked man that she was sure she wasn't familiar with.

Stepping inside, she waved to them, "Sorry if I'm late, I had a busy morning."

Draco rubbed his chest but smirked, somewhat pleased that Crabbe and Goyle had not recognized as quickly as Pansy did. "It's good to make your acquaintance as well," he said with a slightly bow, and his false French accent.

Goyle muttered something rude about the French. Both he and Crabbe snickered.

Blaise closed the book he had been scanning as he spotted Pansy enter Flourish & Blotts with some bearded chap. He laid it down on the closest shelf and casually sauntered over. "Hello, Pansy," he said. "Have you..?"

He took another look at her companion and blinked twice.

Blaise snickered half-heartedly at Crabbe's joke, and inclined his head towards Tracy...though his eyes lingered on "Antione".

"Bon jour, mademoiselle," Draco said to Tracy, choosing to ignore Crabbe's joke. "I would like very much to do a little shopping. If you will excuse me," he said and took a step towards one of the shelves.

Tracey raised an eyebrow at the Frenchman and moved closer, trying to make out a face in the folds of the dark hood. She noted that the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Perhaps it was the French accent. Then again, she didn't know any French people.

"Do I know you? You sound rather familiar."

Draco bit back a laugh and settled for a smirk. "Perhaps, I remind you of someone that you miss?" he said.

Blaise nudged Tracy. "After we finish here, I think maybe we should all find a private table at the Leak Cauldron. Antoine might like a glass of chocolate milk."

"You know me well, monsieur," Draco said.

Tracey nodded. "Sounds like a good idea to me. Perhaps you'd care to join us, Antoine?" Tracey eyed the hooded man and arched an eyebrow.

"I would be delighted," Draco said, and he could not resist throwing another wink at Pansy.

Pansy tried to suppress a smile back at Draco.

Blaise could take no more. "You look like a complete git," he told Draco.

Draco dropped his fake accent for a moment to mutter. "Well, at least I don't look like a bloody beacon." He indicated Blaise's bright satin yellow robes.

Blaise smoothed his subtly patterned (but undeniable bright) garments and fingered the green and purple trim. "You should really get over your color fear," he said with a smirk and in an equally low tone. "...Malfoy."

Pansy looked around her to make sure no one had heard him. When she saw that no one had looked in their direction - she turned back to Draco...

"Thanks, Blaise," Draco drawled. Giving the room a similiar surveying glance as Pansy had. "Just a little louder next time if you don't mind."

He rolled his eyes and beconed them all in a little closer. "No, matter. I can't stay too long, got to pick up something at the apothecary, but I probably have time for a drink."

He paused, and then knitted his brow as though remembering something unusual. "Oh, and I wanted ask you something. Have any of you ever heard of a 'Horcrux'?"

Blaise shook his head.

"Sounds familiar, but I can't place it.."

"Hm," Draco said. "Well, it was worth a try." He came nearer to Pansy, so he could speak in his normal voice. "Hey, love, did you bring that jewel with you?"

"Yeah" Pansy reached into her pocket to grab the jewel, which seemed to now feel cold compared to the warm feeling it had had before. She handed it to Draco.

Draco examined the jewels. "These are very pretty," he said in his Antoine voice. It was hard say whether he felt something in them or not. "And old, I think...perhaps older than your mother, though I could be wrong about that. Bijou would know better than I."

For a moment Draco wanted nothing more than to keep the pretty jewelry and tuck it away in his pocket, but he stopped himself with an effort and handed them back to Pansy.

"Mother would like those," Blaise said, eyeing the jewelry as well. "I assume those are the ones you wrote about. Did you figure out if they have any special properties?"

"I don't want them" Pansy said as Draco handed out the jewels her. "Ever since I found them, I've felt...uneasy. Maybe you could take them for a while...?"

Draco took the jewels back, trying to ignore the greedy look in Blaise's eyes. "Sure, I'll keep them safe for you. ...perhaps if Bijou does not know, I could let some of my friends back home 'ave a look."

"That sounds brilliant" Pansy said. She glanced down at her watch - "It's getting late, I need to meet mother soon"

Draco looked rather sadly at Pansy. He'd half been hoping to make an afternoon of it, but maybe that was absurdly risky. Every minute he stayed in Diagon Alley was another he might be recognized.

"I don't think you should stay here to long" Pansy said to Draco lowering her voice slightly. "It's Dangerous" Pansy glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that she was running late. "I need to go, now" she said and she would have pecked Draco on the cheek, but since they were in the presents on Blaise, she decided against it. Avoiding the sad look in Draco's eye - she opened the door and left...

Draco watched Pansy go and felt very put out. Fine, to business then. "Blaise, do me a favor...go run and get me some things at the apothecary's. I've been in there too much. They'll know me."

Blaise glared at Malfoy for a moment, trying to decide how much to take offense at his presumptuousness. Then he snatched the short list of ingredients from his hand. "Fine. But you owe me. Something big, and I will collect... I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron in twenty minutes."

"You're welcome to come too," Blaise added to Tracy before heading out.

Tracey nodded and smiled faintly, following quickly after Blaise. She was worried about Draco, though she would never admit it. It seemed like the opportunities to get caught were becoming greater every second.

Blaise allowed a small smile as Tracey joined him. He had meant she could join them at the Leaky Cauldron, but this was good too. Better actually, he'd had way too much time to himself over the summer.

"I think we should turn him in," he said softly as they walked to the apothecary. "Serve him right for keeping us in the dark last year...but then he'd probably go mad in Azkaban. I've had my fill of mad people." Blaise paused momentarily at the outrageous window display at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"Trash," he muttered. "Someone really ought to teach those Weasleys not to clutter the view like that. What do you think, Tracey? Think we should redecorate their windows sometime?"

Tracey smirked at Blaise's remark and bit at her fingernail, thinking quietly for a moment. "I think it would be a great improvement. What look would we go for? Something a little more appropriate than what they have now, I think."

She looked back over her shoulder at the shop and frowned. "There's far too much orange in that display. But then again, Weasleys aren't very good with colours, judging from their hair. It hurts my eyes to just look at one of them."

Biting her fingernail again out of habit, Tracey thought to herself about the whole situation with Draco. It was getting dangerous, and she was sure he'd somehow get captured. It was only a matter of time; he couldn't hide forever.

Blaise aimed his wand at the garish poster on display. All the orange changed to a royal blue. With a second wave the words of the poster rearranged themselves to say.

"Why are you worried about
You-Know-Who?
Fred and George are the new
dark lords.
Make donations at the counter."

"Better?" Blaise asked.

Covering her mouth to stifle the laughter, she nodded. "Much. The blue is a huge improvement."

Ruminating for a moment, she finally spoke again, "I wonder if they're even intelligent enough to notice that the poster's changed. I'm sure someone will have to point it out to them and speak slowly so they don't get too confused, if, that is, they're not running away from them in sheer panic." She laughed again at the thought of it.

Blaise laughed too. He took Tracey's arm and urged her forward so they would not be found loitering in such an incriminating spot when someone did notice.

The apothecary was three shops down. Blaise had been there with Draco and watched him get all excited about grindylow toenails and similar rubbish. Blaise had never been that interested in potions beyond what he needed for class, but he knew his way around the shop. It took him less than a minute to gather all the ingredients.

"Ten Galleons," Blaise muttered to Tracey after he paid for the small bag. "On top of what he already owes me, I think I may have to demand Antoine's first born child."

Tracey cringed, "I don't know who'd want that, ten galleons or not. It would probably be extremely whiny, temperamental, and self-absorbed. Though I'm sure it would inherit some of its mother's traits, as well. But judging from Draco's rendezvous with Longbottom, he might not swing that way."

Although she was fond of Draco, he did have his negative traits. Actually, a good number of his traits were negative. Yet she liked him all the same.

Blaise laughed even harder this time. "Shall we give the little whiner what he came for?" he said, indicating the bag. "I'll just have to hang it over his head for while that he owes me."

He led Tracey back towards the Leaky Cauldron. There was a bit of a fuss going on at the Weasley's shop as they passed.

Tracey stole a quick look at Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes and noted the commotion that couldn't have started more than a few minutes ago.

She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. Composing herself, she smiled innocently. "Whatever is the matter over there? I can't imagine what could've happened. It appears as if a number of people are squabbling over some sort of poster. How bizarre. We certainly had nothing to do with it."

"Certainly," agreed Blaise. He had a talent for dropping all the expression from his face and gave the shop a cool disinterested glare as they passed.

* * * * * * *

Draco sat in a dark corner of the Leaky Cauldron with Crabbe and Goyle. Ormolu Bijou had not been very helpful. His son had died a month or so ago, and he refused to look at anything even vaguely associated with dark magic. All Draco had learned was that the jewels clearly contained dark magic.

He had wanted chocolate milk but worried that his choice beverage might give him away Draco had ordered tea instead. It was all right. He wished Blaise and Tracey would hurry back. He was getting antsy.

Blaise was easy to spot in his bright robes, which contrasted defiantly with the dim colors most wizards were wearing these days. He saw Crabbe raise a hand to beckon him over and lead Tracey to table.

Draco was looking rather unhappily at his tea, and in a moment of pity, Blaise ordered a glass of chocolate milk for himself and slid it over, along with the bag of ingredients he had bought. "Ten Galleons. It's going to be a really big favor."

"Gonna be a few years before I'll be able to give you my first born," Draco said dryly and took a grateful gulp.

Blaise wrinkled his nose. "Wouldn't want it. It's sure to be pale, whiny, and ask me for money all the time." He threw Tracey a quick wink.

Draco toasted Blaise and examined the contents of the bag. "Looks like it's all here. Believe it or not, I do have the money."

Blaise waved it away. "No, thanks, I'd rather have you in my debt."

"And that I am," Draco said. He swigged the last of his milk. "Guess, I've got to get out of here. Remember to write Antione once you get into Hogwarts. Don't know when I'll see you again, but try to keep in touch. Bye guys, bye Tracey."

Draco left his glass on the table and pulled his hood to further shade his face. He wove his way out of the Leaky Cauldron to a quiet place he could disaparate.

* * * * * * *

After 2 hours of trying his damndest to pay attention, Severus was dismissed. He turned around, walked a few feet into the dense forest, and apparated back into his lab.

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