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ลำดับตอนที่ #8 : Chapter 4 : Ambush At Mrs. Figg’s
Chapter 4- Ambush At Mrs. Figg’s
Harry’s jaw dropped so far down, he thought it was in danger of hitting the floor. How and why would Sirius, his godfather and a fully trained Animagus (a wizard that could transform into an animal) wizard who was being falsely accused of murder, be here at Mrs. Figg’s house? As Harry’s mind was racing over this, the dog that was in Mrs. Figg’s kitchen transformed into Sirius Black. He ran up to Harry and gave him a hug.
“Harry, Harry! So good to see you! I haven’t heard from you lately so I thought it would be best to be here when we-”, he stopped suddenly, frowned for a second, then put his smile back on. “Well, I’m just glad to see you.”
Harry’s brain had finally seemed to consciousness, as he found himself able to speak again.
“What? How? When? Why? Why? Why are you here?” he asked.
“That, Harry, is a question that shall be answered once Remus arrives”, responded Mrs. Figg.
“Remus? Oh! Professor Lupin! Is he coming?” asked Harry, quickly. Then, realizing there was bigger question at stake here, “Mrs. Figg… are you a… witch?” asked Harry. Mrs. Figg smiled.
“Yes Harry, I am a witch and a bodyguard,” she said. “You see, Harry, Dumbledore put a Kinsafe Charm on you so that whenever you are around your family, your mortal enemy could not come near you. In this case, Voldemort could not touch you.”
“Yeah”, said Harry, “he told me that.”
“Good,” she replied, “from your expression at hearing me to be a witch, I am assuming that you did not know that when the Dursley’s left somewhere without you, I was expected to take care of you. If Dumbledore couldn’t have you around your family, he at least wanted you around a fully trained wizard, in this case: me.”
“So you were the one that wanted to meet me, you sent me the owl didn’t you?” Harry asked Mrs. Figg. She nodded.
“Well,” said Harry, “now that I’m here, what do you want?”
Mrs. Figg and Sirius looked at each other and gave a look of excited sadness.
“Once again Harry,” said Sirius, “that is for when Remus arrives.”
Harry nodded, anxious to know what this was all about, but trusting them enough to allow them to continue going along in their secretive manner. Just then, an alarm went off, and Harry jumped.
“Oh!” said Mrs. Figg as she ran to her stove. “Well, I suppose Remus won’t mind if we start without him.” Harry and Sirius nodded in a hungry agreement as they saw and smelled the cookies coming out of the oven.
Despite the excellent food, and the fact that every time on cookie was eaten, two more magically grew in its place, it was a very tense time. They all ate in complete silence, and Harry’s anxiousness to know what this meeting was all about was growing. Then, when the plate of cookies was about three times its original size, Harry heard the front door quickly open and close.
“Ah! That must be Remus!” said Mrs. Figg. She tapped her napkin against her lips stood up, and walked back out to the living room. Sirius and Harry did the same. As soon as Mrs. Figg entered the room, Sirius and Harry heard a loud shriek, and they ran in.
As Harry saw what Mrs. Figg had seen, he let out a scream as well. Professor Lupin did arrive, but he had a large snake protruding out of his chest with blood all over it. It was evidently impaled through him as Harry saw a snake tail protruding out of his back. Sirius was the only one who kept his cool, and took out his wand.
“HARRY! RUN!” yelled Sirius, but Harry’s feet felt as though they were cemented to the ground. Sirius finally pointed his wand at Professor Lupin, and yelled, “Magnetus!” an orange beam shot out of his wand, and right into the snake’s mouth. The snake screamed and shrieked, but Sirius did not stop.
The snake was turning a bright green, and then suddenly, it exploded. Harry shielded his eyes as what seemed like millions of tiny snakes slithered all over the place. They were attacking Sirius and Mrs. Figg, but they were both out of shock now, and shooting some sort of black ray at them all which made them disappear.
“HARRY! RUN NOW!” yelled Sirius again. This time, Harry did run. He ran to the door, and reached for his broom that was right next to it. As he put his arm out towards the handle, a tiny snake jumped up and but him in the arm. It was not very painful, but lots of blood was pouring out of Harry’s arm where the snake gotten him.
Harry wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the snake, and ripped it off taking a little bit of his flesh with it. Harry threw it back into the sea of the snakes that Mrs. Figg and Sirius were trying to keep back.
Harry grabbed his broom and ran outside. He immediately mounted it, and flew into the sky, not knowing where he was going, just wanting to get away from there. As he flew higher and higher, the sounds coming from Mrs. Figg’s house got fainter and fainter until Harry couldn’t hear them at all.
Harry flew higher than the clouds, and then zoomed down. As he was flying, his mind flew faster. What had just happened? What was that thing in Professor Lupin? What happened when Sirius used that spell on it? Harry certainly knew a general answer to all of these questions: “Nothing good.”
Just then, Harry realized he was back on the ground. He must have flown while he was thinking, lost track of what he was doing… again. He looked around to see where he was, and recognized the area as Diagon Alley, one of the largest wizard-only villages in the world. It was like a wizarding market where anything that you wanted could be found. How did he get there so fast?
Only, Harry had only experienced Diagon Alley in the daytime and crowded with people. As Harry looked around and saw the closed shops and clear streets, another question came across Harry’s mind: how did he get to Diagon Alley so fast? It was all the way in
Harry walked around looking for a sign of anyone, anyone at all. Suddenly, he saw a light in a store. It was Vold’s Worm’s Tails. The name of the store sounded familiar, but Harry’s brain felt hazy at the moment, so he couldn’t put his finger on it. But, since it was the only store that looked open and inhabited, Harry went up to the door and opened it.
“Hello?” asked Harry. “Is anyone here?”
Just as he put one foot in, he felt something cold touch his face, then curl around over his mouth and pull him back. Harry couldn’t breathe, he was being kidnapped!
The kidnapper pulled Harry into a room in the back of the store with his silver arm still around Harry’s mouth. Harry was trying to pull it off, but the metallic arm was too strong. As they entered the room, Harry saw a tall red chair turned away from him. The person holding Harry shut the door behind him, and let go of Harry’s face. Harry immediately turned around and saw Peter Pettigrew, the man who was the reason he had no parents.
Peter was looking different though. He used to be bald and a little large. Now, he had a full head of hair and large muscles, gifts that Voldemort had evidently given him for being a faithful servant. Peter had a smirk on his face, and he walked backwards toward the door, fading into the shadows.
Harry’s attention now turned to the chair. It was the only object in the room so Harry was naturally drawn to it. The chair slowly spun around, and when Harry’s scar began to tingle, then sting, then hurt, he knew who was in that chair: Voldemort.
Harry’s guess was confirmed when the chair turned all the way around and Harry, once again, came face to face with his enemy. Voldemort, who now looked more like a skeletal snake than a man, stood up, and glided on the air, rather than walked, over to Harry. When he was within a foot of Harry, his pale, snake-like face contorted into what Harry assumed was a smile, though it was hard to tell expression from the small slit in Voldemort’s face. He put out a spider-like hand, and caressed Harry’s head.
“Harry… Harry Potter…. The boy who caused my downfall, and who caused my rise. You will help me become greater than ever before…” hissed Voldemort.
“Never!” yelled Harry, quite louder than he expected. He grabbed Voldemort’s hand, and tossed it off his head. It fell back to Voldemort’s side. Voldemort’s smile now turned to an expression of disgust, but then into another one of his grotesque smiles.
“Harry, I don’t think you understand. You see, you will help me. Now, you can either use this opportunity to your benefit, and join me now, and I will make you more powerful than you could possibly imagine. Or, we could do this the hard way, and I could just wait a while, then kill you. Either way, you will help me in the end.”
“Never!” yelled Harry again, not knowing what else to say. Voldemort took away his smile, and glared at Harry.
“Very well then, you have sealed your fate! You will die! And your little friends will pay, especially your Animagus god-father: Sirius!” spat Voldemort. His expression of hatred now turned to a small smile. “Wormtail and I have become better friends, Harry. We both share the same enemies and allies. If Wormtail desires Sirius dead, then that is what will happen. If I desire you to be dead, then that is what will happen. Lord Voldemort always rewards his faithful, as long as they help him…”
“No way! Even if you kill me, there’s no way you can get to Sirius or my friends!”
“Oh, yes there is Harry, yes there is! Now, time to go!” Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.
“Expellius!” he yelled.
Suddenly, the world around Harry faded to a black, then it quickly transformed into Mrs. Figg’s house. She, Sirius, and Remus were each looking at him from above while he laid on the ground.
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