Chapter 126: Chapter 123
"Would you at least look at what I need?"
Burke snatched the list out of her hand and scanned through it, his eyes gaining a gleam.
"Virgin blood! Witch's dearth! I don't know what shop you think you're looking for missie, but mine isn't it."
"I know you have every one of those. And I can pay." The girl was either too dumb or too brave. Either way, Borgin could see Burke giving in to his urges, so he spoke up.
"Caractacus, she's a witch. Think of the Aurors." He said by the way of cautioning.
"Do I look like I care about Aurors? It's been years since I've had proper witch meat for dinner. But I bet a little un like you will be all tender and succulent eh?" Burke asked grabbing the girl's arm roughly.
The hood fell off the girl's face, and Borgin saw her eyes for the first time. The blood red orbs sent a shiver down his spine. A sneer appeared on the little girl's face and he saw a wand slip into her hand. Burke didn't even have time to move before the spell hit him.
"Crucio!"
A scream ripped through the deeper Knockturn Alley. The pedestrians stopped for a second to stare at the storefront, listening to the screams, before walking off, their footsteps quicker than before. This was Knockturn, and nobody cared about others more than themselves.
"Avada Kedavra" he finally heard the girl incant at Burke, just as he thought his head would explode from the noise.
Borgin let out a loud shriek and squeezed his eyes shut, trembling in fear of his life. It was all quiet for a second before he heard footsteps coming towards him.
A wand pressed against his throat, burning hot and the girl spoke in a cheery voice.
"Can I please have what I asked for? Or need I furbish you with some…encouragement"
"NO NO PLEASE I'LL GET IT ALL FOR YOU I SWEAR!" Borgin screamed in terror as he scrambled up to his feet and ran behind the counter scrambling to pull together all the ingredients that Tom had listed out.
After getting all the ingredients and cleaning up the entire mess with a few well-placed memory charms and fire spells with the stolen wand he had acquired, Tom, in Lisa's body caught the Knight bus back to her home.
He barely made his way into the door before all the magic he had siphoned from the girl through the months got exhausted, and his consciousness snapped back into the diary, making Lisa fall to the floor.
He could feel her awake, feel her confusion at how she got down here from her room. Her hand brushed his diary cover inside her pocket. She pulled him out and wrote, with a scratchy and shaky hand.
Tom, I was in my room, talking with you wasn't I? How did I get downstairs?
Easy questions. Easy answers. He willed the ink to rise to the surface and form words.
What are you talking about Lisa, you just told me you were coming down to get a biscuit.
Did I?
There was doubt in that statement, and doubt needed to be removed. He willed the ink to rise up again, this time molding it into a perfect replica of Lisa's handwriting.
'I'll just go get a biscuit and be right back Tom.'
The doubt died away. He willed the diary's magic to latch onto the belief and trust and feed it until she believed all that he had said.
Oh. I'm sorry for doubting you Tom.
No worries Lisa, just know that I'm here, always there for you.
This line somehow sparked a small wisp of endearment in her mind. It wasn't much, but it was enough. The diary's magic latched onto that and fed it, making sure it grow slowly but surely.
He felt her brush the pages of the diary delicately before gently putting it away in her pocket.
With a small bout of satisfaction, he noted that the entire operation had gone without a hitch. Safe again in the depths of his soul container, he thought of how he would work on the potion.
The potion would need months of attention and care to make. He obviously couldn't brew it at the Turpin home with the mother watching. And the girl disappearing and not going to school would make too many people suspicious too soon.
The Draught would have to be brewed and tended to at Hogwarts.
It would be risky. He'd have to somehow remove Dumbledore from the school. And he'd also need more time. He would need at least until Halloween to become corporeal and take full control, which would be necessary for the last few steps of the draught brewing.
His mind went back to his own time at school, and an idea formed…one which would take down a few mudbloods and let those ministry politicians play their blame game and drive Dumbledore from the school.
Yes, he decided. The Chamber of Secrets would open again.
It had been a week full of practising the same spell over and over again, and it seemed as if Gamer abilities weren't going to be helping him anytime soon. So on the 8th of July, upon the insistence of Perenelle, he had taken an entire day off.
Florean Fortescue had come over for breakfast with the Potters, and Harry had to be really careful about making sure that he called the Flamels by their aliases, Nick and Ellie.
This charade was made even more difficult by the divine chocolate fudge ice cream that Mr. Fortescue had brought over. Harry had to haggle for ten minutes with Perenelle to eat a bowl for breakfast while both Nicholas and Mr. Fortescue snickered at him`` through his struggles.
After he'd finally emerged victorious in that particular battle and sat himself down at the table with a bowl of ice cream, he started paying attention to the conversation.
"So will you be opening late after last night?" Nicholas asked Mr. Fortescue.
"I think I will be. The cooling charms and freezing charms are all working as good as ever, and the fire wards stopped the fire from burning down the parlor. But I do have to help out a bit with the other stores. The lads over at the Menagerie are getting hell from the owls that got loose during the panic."
"There was a fire in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Not in Diagon thankfully." Mr. Fortescue said to Harry, handing him the Daily Prophet with the second page open "Just a shady little side alley called Knockturn. I'm telling you Nick. I've been telling all the lads at Diagon to put some gold into fire wards for years. They listened and that's what saved their shops. The scallywags at Knockturn though…"
Harry tuned Fortescue out as read the headline of the tiny article the paper had published about it.
KNOCKTURN BURNS
'Catchy' Harry thought and quickly read through it. The fire had started at a shady shop called Borgin and Burkes. One of the partners, Burke, died and the other survived. Nobody really knew what had started the fire, but only a few shops in the Diagon had really been affected by it.
Feeling slightly sorry for the people who'd gotten hurt, Harry finished his breakfast, and with Perenelle's permission, took another bowl of ice cream up to his room for Hedwig.
When he opened the door, he got a pleasant surprise.
Fawkes and Hedwig were twittering away at each other perched on his study desk.
"Fawkes! How are you? I haven't seen you in so long!" Harry exclaimed, setting down the bowl of ice cream on his table, which was promptly monopolized by Hedwig.
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