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"
D-Dia-gon
Alley
,
"
he
coughed
.
It
felt
as
though
he
was
being
sucked
down
a
giant
drain
.
He
seemed
to
be
spinning
very
fast
-
the
roaring
in
his
ears
was
deafening
-
he
tried
to
keep
his
eyes
open
but
the
whirl
of
green
flames
made
him
feel
sick
-
something
hard
knocked
his
elbow
and
he
tucked
it
in
tightly
,
still
spinning
and
spinning
-
now
it
felt
as
though
cold
hands
were
slapping
his
face
-
squinting
through
his
glasses
he
saw
a
blurred
stream
of
fireplaces
and
snatched
glimpses
of
the
rooms
beyond
-
his
bacon
sandwiches
were
churning
inside
him
-
he
closed
his
eyes
again
wishing
it
would
stop
,
and
then
...
He
fell
,
face
forward
,
onto
cold
stone
and
felt
the
bridge
of
his
glasses
snap
.
Dizzy
and
bruised
,
covered
in
soot
,
he
got
gingerly
to
his
feet
,
holding
his
broken
glasses
up
to
his
eyes
.
He
was
quite
alone
,
but
where
he
was
,
he
had
no
idea
.
All
he
could
tell
was
that
he
was
standing
in
the
stone
fireplace
of
what
looked
like
a
large
,
dimly
lit
wizard
's
shop
-
but
nothing
in
here
was
ever
likely
to
be
on
a
Hogwarts
school
list
.
A
glass
case
nearby
held
a
withered
hand
on
a
cushion
,
a
bloodstained
pack
of
cards
,
and
a
staring
glass
eye
.
Evil-looking
masks
stared
down
from
the
walls
,
an
assortment
of
human
bones
lay
upon
the
counter
,
and
rusty
,
spiked
instruments
hung
from
the
ceiling
.
Even
worse
,
the
dark
,
narrow
street
Harry
could
see
through
the
dusty
shop
window
was
definitely
not
Diagon
Alley
.
The
sooner
he
got
out
of
here
,
the
better
.
Nose
still
stinging
where
it
had
hit
the
hearth
,
Harry
made
his
way
swiftly
and
silently
toward
the
door
,
but
before
he
'd
got
halfway
toward
it
,
two
people
appeared
on
the
other
side
of
the
glass
-
and
one
of
them
was
the
very
last
person
Harry
wanted
to
meet
when
he
was
lost
,
covered
in
soot
,
and
wearing
broken
glasses
:
Draco
Malfoy
.
Harry
looked
quickly
around
and
spotted
a
large
black
cabinet
to
his
left
;
he
shot
inside
it
and
pulled
the
doors
closed
,
leaving
a
small
crack
to
peer
through
.
Seconds
later
,
a
bell
clanged
,
and
Malfoy
stepped
into
the
shop
.
The
man
who
followed
could
only
be
Draco
's
father
.
He
had
the
same
pale
,
pointed
face
and
identical
cold
,
gray
eyes
.
Mr.
Malfoy
crossed
the
shop
,
looking
lazily
at
the
items
on
display
,
and
rang
a
bell
on
the
counter
before
turning
to
his
son
and
saying
,
"
Touch
nothing
,
Draco
.
"
Malfoy
,
who
had
reached
for
the
glass
eye
,
said
,
"
I
thought
you
were
going
to
buy
me
a
present
.
"
"
I
said
I
would
buy
you
a
racing
broom
,
"
said
his
father
,
drumming
his
fingers
on
the
counter
.
