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Knockturn Alley
Chapter 22:- Knockturn Alley
Dumbledore eyed the cage before him with a glint of humour in his eyes.
“Welcome back, Peter,” he spoke to the Animagus within the cage. “I trust you had a pleasant trip back here to Hogwarts, and that Severus here didn’t cause you any discomfort.”
The rat started going around in circles, as if testing the boundaries of the cage he was placed in.
Severus spoke up, still eyeing the Animagus with disgust. “I believe that he gave me relevant information that I must go see to.” He slowly looked up into the Headmaster’s eyes. “So I shall leave him in your more than capable hands.”
He flung Peter another glance before turning around to leave. Halfway down the spiral staircase he heard the Headmaster call after him in a serious voice, “Do be careful, my boy.” He stopped on the staircase, raised his wand and said the disillusion charm, once more disappearing from view.
***
Severus Apparated to a little-used alleyway in Knockturn Alley and, quickly tapping his wand on his head, changed his appearance dramatically. Although the war was over there were still rogue Death Eaters on the loose, and although he doubted he would run into any of them, one could never be too sure.
Making his way down the narrow street, he pulled his cloak up over his head and kept his eyes and ears open. Nothing looked out of place and it was business as usual for the shops of Knockturn Alley.
Severus thought that his first stop should be the Hog’s Head Tavern to speak with the barkeep, Aberforth Dumbledore. He had gained worthwhile information from Albus’ brother on numerous occasions, and he was completely trustworthy. He was also hoping that he could point him in the right direction with regards to Tolmie Crobobin.
Upon entering the tavern he did a quick head count of everyone that was in there. He counted five other wizards and didn’t linger to long in the doorway, so as not to bring attention to himself. None of the wizards looked up at him as he made his way to the bar.
The air was thick with charms and spells, as was always the case in the Hog’s Head. He noticed that Aberforth was behind the bar drying up some dirty glasses that didn’t even look like they had been clean to begin with. He looked up at Severus and put down the glass that he was wiping.
“What’s your poison?” he asked casually.
“Firewhiskey,” Severus replied. He looked around once more and took the end stool with his back to the wall, so he could see if anybody wished to enter or leave the premises.
Aberforth poured him a glass of Firewhiskey and placed it down on the bar.
“I would like your help, Aberforth,” Severus said in a whispered voice.
“What can I do for you?” the elder wizard replied, keeping up his appearance of indifference.
“I was wondering if you knew of a man named Tolmie Crobobin?” Severus asked in the same whisper, sipping his drink.
Aberforth rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Can’t say that I do,” he replied. “Although you know as well as I do that a lot of wizards and witches come in here heavily charmed. They also use altered names. But I shall keep my ears open,” he added.
“Very well,” Severus said and he downed his whiskey. Placing the glass back on the counter, he tossed a couple of galleons on the counter before he stood up to leave.
Aberforth placed his hand on Severus’ shoulder.
“Say hi to my brother,” he whispered, picking up the galleons Severus had left. He turned away and started on the glasses once more with the grubby dish cloth.
Severus wasn’t at all surprised that he had recognised him. Aberforth was a very powerful wizard and he was rather happy that he was on their side.
Severus’ next stop was Borgin & Burkes. The windows looked like they had never been Scourgified in their lives, and the whole place seemed like it was about to fall down. He entered the door and was pleased to note that he was the only customer in the dark and dingy shop. He scanned the bookshelves looking for nothing in particular. He heard the owner come up behind him, and whirled around to greet him. The shop owner looked taken aback but quickly recovered himself.
“Is there anything in particular you were looking for?” the shop owner, Mr. Borgin, asked the dark wizard in front of him.
“No,” The Potions Master replied, looking bored. “However … I wished to ask you something.”
Mr. Borgin raised both his eyebrows and went over to the door. Flipping the sign on the door to “Closed,” he took out his wand and put up some wards surrounding the door and windows. Then he motioned for Severus to follow him as he made his way through the store and to the wooden door behind the counter.
Severus followed Mr. Borgin through his shop and into a sparsely light back room. He chose to stand when offered a seat. Barney Borgin poured himself a glass of brandy and took a seat behind his desk.
“So … what was it you wanted to discuss?” Barney asked him, eyeing the tall wizard.
Severus knew about Mr. Borgin’s reputation for being discreet, so he thought that he would just get straight to the point.
“I was wondering …” Severus paused for effect, as it seemed like Borgin was hanging on his every word, “if you knew, or had heard of, a man named Tolmie Crobobin?”
Barney placed his tumbler down on the desk before scratching his head.
“Tolmie Crobobin, you say.” Barney folded his arms across his chest and sat deeper into the chair, looking at the wizard standing in front of him.
Severus narrowed his eyes. “Yes, that’s the one,” he replied.
“Interesting,” was the only reply he got.
Severus had to tread carefully. If Mr. Borgin knew of this man he knew his stand-over tactics wouldn’t work, so he waited patiently.
After what seemed like an hour passed, although in reality it was a mere thirty seconds, Barney spoke, “You are not the first one to come into my fine establishment asking for this Tolmie Crobobin. I will tell you what I told him.” Barney took a deep breath in. “I’ve never heard of him.”
Severus thanked Mr. Borgin with a sneer and, inclining his head, exited the shop. He couldn’t help but feel as if Mr. Borgin had known more than he had let on; however, he didn’t want to press him any longer and left his store.
He wandered from store to store, asking discreetly about Tolmie Crobobin. No one had heard of him or even knew of such a man. He was going to kill Pettigrew when he returned to Hogwarts. He had an evil glimmer in his eye, with thoughts running through his head on how he would take great pleasure in dismembering the rat’s body slowly, and then perhaps feeding him to Fawkes.
Severus was making his way back to the alleyway where he had Apparated in the early hours of the morning, when he half-tripped over a man sitting in the gutter. A flash of annoyance crossed his face; he collected himself and was just about to continue on when a croak of a voice reached him.
“You are looking for Tolmie Crobobin?” the man asked.
Severus turned around to face the man sitting in the filthy street.
“Yes,” was all he said.
“Well, I may be able to help you.” The man held out his grubby hand. “For a price, of course.”
***
It had been hard work but they had finally managed to stabilize Hermione enough that she didn’t need constant supervision. She had been placed again in the restraints for her own safety, as she had been in and out of consciousness, most of the time babbling inane things that made no sense whatsoever.
Andrew had been most concerned and perplexed by his vivid dream. It had been Hermione, floating over him as he lay in bed. She had been mere inches away from his body, dressed in a white gown much like the gowns they were given in the hospital. She had smiled down at him and although her lips hadn’t moved, he could read her thoughts.
“Help me,” she had said into his mind before floating away.
When he had awoken in the wee hours of the morning, he had glanced over towards the alarm clock, which had read 1:12 a.m. He’d known instinctively that there was something that wasn’t quite right. He had immediately left for Calan Park and gone straight to room 112.
He now knew that if he had waited a couple more minutes, she would have been dead as she had lost a lot of blood.
He would need to have a staff meeting and discuss why Hermione hadn’t been restrained properly.
'What was she thinking?' He thought to himself. Burying his head in his hands, he gave a muffled cry.
In all of his years as a psychiatrist in this facility he had never had so much as one causality. Coupled with the dream of her coming to him asking for help, he knew he was now cracking up.
He looked over to the sleeping form of Miss Hermione Granger.
Maybe I took it too far, pushed her too hard, he contemplated.
“I need a holiday,” he mumbled to himself as he stood up and went to the door. He left the room.
***
Fawkes had settled himself on the Headmaster’s shoulder and was eyeing with apprehension the cage that held the Animagus form of Peter Pettigrew. The Headmaster felt this through the closeness of the bond he shared with his familiar, and he held his hand up to stoke the beautiful crimson feathers of the phoenix
”I was just thinking along that same line,” Dumbledore said to Fawkes, never raising his eyes off the cage before him, “and I haven’t the foggiest what I shall do with him.”
***
A/N: I don't know why but AFF.net decided to delete this chapter and subsquently all of my reviews that went with this chapter.
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Dumbledore eyed the cage before him with a glint of humour in his eyes.
“Welcome back, Peter,” he spoke to the Animagus within the cage. “I trust you had a pleasant trip back here to Hogwarts, and that Severus here didn’t cause you any discomfort.”
The rat started going around in circles, as if testing the boundaries of the cage he was placed in.
Severus spoke up, still eyeing the Animagus with disgust. “I believe that he gave me relevant information that I must go see to.” He slowly looked up into the Headmaster’s eyes. “So I shall leave him in your more than capable hands.”
He flung Peter another glance before turning around to leave. Halfway down the spiral staircase he heard the Headmaster call after him in a serious voice, “Do be careful, my boy.” He stopped on the staircase, raised his wand and said the disillusion charm, once more disappearing from view.
***
Severus Apparated to a little-used alleyway in Knockturn Alley and, quickly tapping his wand on his head, changed his appearance dramatically. Although the war was over there were still rogue Death Eaters on the loose, and although he doubted he would run into any of them, one could never be too sure.
Making his way down the narrow street, he pulled his cloak up over his head and kept his eyes and ears open. Nothing looked out of place and it was business as usual for the shops of Knockturn Alley.
Severus thought that his first stop should be the Hog’s Head Tavern to speak with the barkeep, Aberforth Dumbledore. He had gained worthwhile information from Albus’ brother on numerous occasions, and he was completely trustworthy. He was also hoping that he could point him in the right direction with regards to Tolmie Crobobin.
Upon entering the tavern he did a quick head count of everyone that was in there. He counted five other wizards and didn’t linger to long in the doorway, so as not to bring attention to himself. None of the wizards looked up at him as he made his way to the bar.
The air was thick with charms and spells, as was always the case in the Hog’s Head. He noticed that Aberforth was behind the bar drying up some dirty glasses that didn’t even look like they had been clean to begin with. He looked up at Severus and put down the glass that he was wiping.
“What’s your poison?” he asked casually.
“Firewhiskey,” Severus replied. He looked around once more and took the end stool with his back to the wall, so he could see if anybody wished to enter or leave the premises.
Aberforth poured him a glass of Firewhiskey and placed it down on the bar.
“I would like your help, Aberforth,” Severus said in a whispered voice.
“What can I do for you?” the elder wizard replied, keeping up his appearance of indifference.
“I was wondering if you knew of a man named Tolmie Crobobin?” Severus asked in the same whisper, sipping his drink.
Aberforth rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Can’t say that I do,” he replied. “Although you know as well as I do that a lot of wizards and witches come in here heavily charmed. They also use altered names. But I shall keep my ears open,” he added.
“Very well,” Severus said and he downed his whiskey. Placing the glass back on the counter, he tossed a couple of galleons on the counter before he stood up to leave.
Aberforth placed his hand on Severus’ shoulder.
“Say hi to my brother,” he whispered, picking up the galleons Severus had left. He turned away and started on the glasses once more with the grubby dish cloth.
Severus wasn’t at all surprised that he had recognised him. Aberforth was a very powerful wizard and he was rather happy that he was on their side.
Severus’ next stop was Borgin & Burkes. The windows looked like they had never been Scourgified in their lives, and the whole place seemed like it was about to fall down. He entered the door and was pleased to note that he was the only customer in the dark and dingy shop. He scanned the bookshelves looking for nothing in particular. He heard the owner come up behind him, and whirled around to greet him. The shop owner looked taken aback but quickly recovered himself.
“Is there anything in particular you were looking for?” the shop owner, Mr. Borgin, asked the dark wizard in front of him.
“No,” The Potions Master replied, looking bored. “However … I wished to ask you something.”
Mr. Borgin raised both his eyebrows and went over to the door. Flipping the sign on the door to “Closed,” he took out his wand and put up some wards surrounding the door and windows. Then he motioned for Severus to follow him as he made his way through the store and to the wooden door behind the counter.
Severus followed Mr. Borgin through his shop and into a sparsely light back room. He chose to stand when offered a seat. Barney Borgin poured himself a glass of brandy and took a seat behind his desk.
“So … what was it you wanted to discuss?” Barney asked him, eyeing the tall wizard.
Severus knew about Mr. Borgin’s reputation for being discreet, so he thought that he would just get straight to the point.
“I was wondering …” Severus paused for effect, as it seemed like Borgin was hanging on his every word, “if you knew, or had heard of, a man named Tolmie Crobobin?”
Barney placed his tumbler down on the desk before scratching his head.
“Tolmie Crobobin, you say.” Barney folded his arms across his chest and sat deeper into the chair, looking at the wizard standing in front of him.
Severus narrowed his eyes. “Yes, that’s the one,” he replied.
“Interesting,” was the only reply he got.
Severus had to tread carefully. If Mr. Borgin knew of this man he knew his stand-over tactics wouldn’t work, so he waited patiently.
After what seemed like an hour passed, although in reality it was a mere thirty seconds, Barney spoke, “You are not the first one to come into my fine establishment asking for this Tolmie Crobobin. I will tell you what I told him.” Barney took a deep breath in. “I’ve never heard of him.”
Severus thanked Mr. Borgin with a sneer and, inclining his head, exited the shop. He couldn’t help but feel as if Mr. Borgin had known more than he had let on; however, he didn’t want to press him any longer and left his store.
He wandered from store to store, asking discreetly about Tolmie Crobobin. No one had heard of him or even knew of such a man. He was going to kill Pettigrew when he returned to Hogwarts. He had an evil glimmer in his eye, with thoughts running through his head on how he would take great pleasure in dismembering the rat’s body slowly, and then perhaps feeding him to Fawkes.
Severus was making his way back to the alleyway where he had Apparated in the early hours of the morning, when he half-tripped over a man sitting in the gutter. A flash of annoyance crossed his face; he collected himself and was just about to continue on when a croak of a voice reached him.
“You are looking for Tolmie Crobobin?” the man asked.
Severus turned around to face the man sitting in the filthy street.
“Yes,” was all he said.
“Well, I may be able to help you.” The man held out his grubby hand. “For a price, of course.”
***
It had been hard work but they had finally managed to stabilize Hermione enough that she didn’t need constant supervision. She had been placed again in the restraints for her own safety, as she had been in and out of consciousness, most of the time babbling inane things that made no sense whatsoever.
Andrew had been most concerned and perplexed by his vivid dream. It had been Hermione, floating over him as he lay in bed. She had been mere inches away from his body, dressed in a white gown much like the gowns they were given in the hospital. She had smiled down at him and although her lips hadn’t moved, he could read her thoughts.
“Help me,” she had said into his mind before floating away.
When he had awoken in the wee hours of the morning, he had glanced over towards the alarm clock, which had read 1:12 a.m. He’d known instinctively that there was something that wasn’t quite right. He had immediately left for Calan Park and gone straight to room 112.
He now knew that if he had waited a couple more minutes, she would have been dead as she had lost a lot of blood.
He would need to have a staff meeting and discuss why Hermione hadn’t been restrained properly.
'What was she thinking?' He thought to himself. Burying his head in his hands, he gave a muffled cry.
In all of his years as a psychiatrist in this facility he had never had so much as one causality. Coupled with the dream of her coming to him asking for help, he knew he was now cracking up.
He looked over to the sleeping form of Miss Hermione Granger.
Maybe I took it too far, pushed her too hard, he contemplated.
“I need a holiday,” he mumbled to himself as he stood up and went to the door. He left the room.
***
Fawkes had settled himself on the Headmaster’s shoulder and was eyeing with apprehension the cage that held the Animagus form of Peter Pettigrew. The Headmaster felt this through the closeness of the bond he shared with his familiar, and he held his hand up to stoke the beautiful crimson feathers of the phoenix
”I was just thinking along that same line,” Dumbledore said to Fawkes, never raising his eyes off the cage before him, “and I haven’t the foggiest what I shall do with him.”
***
A/N: I don't know why but AFF.net decided to delete this chapter and subsquently all of my reviews that went with this chapter.
(CRYS OUT IN ANGUISH!!!) So I have had to re-post it...
Anyway, thanks to everyone who has already reviewed this chapter, you're the best... Please read and review, if you would like to hear more about any particular character just let me know.
Thanks to my beta, LydiaCarol, who is always really quick on getting back my story to me. She's the best!!!
Disclaimer:- Finn is mine, mine all mine... But unfortunately the characters that you reconize are not, they belong to JK...