Who: Harry and Tracey Davis Where: The Leaky Cauldron What: Harry can't believe what he's just seen When: A couple of hours after the slave auction Rating: PG-13 Status: COMPLETE
What had the world come to? He'd remembered the lessons in primary school, about how slaves were sold to the highest bidder. He hadn't really believed it when he'd first heard the news of that happening. But to see it for the first time....made it much more real. Raw. Painful. To see Hermione like that. Head bowed, being ridiculed (he presumed) by Lestrange and Malfoy...
His little exchange with Malfoy didn't help either. If anything...it was the perfectly horrific end to a perfectly horrific day.
Harry pushed his way to the bar, made a motion to the keeper. He'd left as much of a message he could afford to leave Hermione. The first contact he'd had with her in a year. He'd seen Ron but didn't have the guts to go up to him. He took a long drink from the glass that had been put in front of him. Tthe firewhiskey burned as it went down. If he was lucky, he could be right pissed rather quickly, then he could go upstairs and sleep. Without dreaming again. He coudln't stand his dreams anymore.
He heard random whispering around him. "Oi...isn't that Harry Potter?" "It looks just like him...nah, that's not him , it can't be..."