The Shop

"Mother, if you don't understand what that strange smell is, I can tell you. A Mudblood just came in."

"There's no need to talk like that!"

Madam Malkin said, hurrying out from behind the clothes rack with a measuring tape and wand in hand. "And I don't want anyone pulling out wands in my shop!"

She glanced toward the door, saw Harry and Ron both pointing their wands at Malfoy, and hastily added that last part.

Hermione stood a little behind them and said quietly, "Don't, don't do it. Honestly, it isn't worth it..."

"Yeah, as if you'd dare use magic outside school."

Malfoy sneered. "Who gave you that black eye, Granger? I ought to send them flowers."

Narcissa Malfoy slowly emerged from behind the clothes rack.

"Put them away," she told Harry and Ron coldly. "If you dare lay a hand on my son again, I'll make sure you never move again."

"Is that so?"

Harry stepped forward as he spoke, staring at that smooth, arrogant face. Though her skin was pale, it still resembled her sister's. Harry was as tall as her now.

"Going to get some of your Death Eater friends to kill us, are you?"

Madam Malkin gave a shriek and clutched at her chest.

"Really, you shouldn't make accusations—saying things like that is dangerous—please put your wands away at once!"

But Harry did not lower his wand.

An ugly smile appeared on Narcissa's face.

"I can see that being Dumbledore's prized pupil has made you think you're safe, Harry Potter.

"But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you."

Harry pretended to look around the shop.

"Wow... look... he isn't here right now! So why don't you give it a try? Maybe they'll find you a double cell in Azkaban, so you can stay with