“Oh please Harry, this is completely ridiculous!”  

“Shush!” Harry scolded playfully, “This is the good part.”

Three ugly women circled a large cauldron in gaudy cloaks on a dark stage. Their faces were painted white with large protruding noses, faces decorated in warts.


“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.

Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!”


The witches then took turns putting disgusting looking objects and foul smelling liquids into the black pot where smoke billowed out the top. The three then cackled in delight as the cauldron erupted with small flashes of light.


“Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt, and toe of frog…”


“Honestly Harry,” She whispered fiercely, “I don’t see how they got this idea that all witches look like complete hags,” she hissed. “I mean there was Olga the Wicked of the ogre war in 1521 and a few others that I’m sure Hermione could name off the top of her head better than I can, but really it seems a bit unfair to assume…”

“Ginny it’s just a play.” Harry whispered impatiently.

“Harry, so far all we’ve seen are idiots prance around on a stage pretending to be in some sort of military, who talk of killing babies and kings. This is bor...”

“Ginny Weasley,” Harry said cutting her off, “If I have to tell you to be quiet one more time I might just stop taking you out into public,” he said amused running his fingers threw her hair, resting his thumb over her lips. He gave a sly smile and gave her a chaste kiss on the mouth. “Besides, people are staring.”

“Yeah well,” she grumbled, “their probably looking for some better entertainment.”

Ginny crossed her arms in exasperation, and started to chew on her lower lip. It was a cute habit she exhibited that he had noticed lately. He loved that about her, the way that he seemed to learn something new about her every day. He had been dating her for almost a year now, and he was still learning that she could be quite unpredictable, and apparently not at all into theater. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. Slowly he took her hand and stood up. She looked up at him startled, but rose to her feet. After a few trodden on toes and angry glares, Harry pulled her with him as he shuffled to get to the isle of the theater. They walked quickly together barely making it to the door before they both lost themselves into a fit of laughter.


“Haha, seriously, do they honestly think that we look like that?” Ginny asked leaning her body against the theater doors. Harry laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t know, but you can’t blame them really,” He said wrapping his arms around her shoulders.


“Bloody Muggles.”

The sun was just beginning to set, and the cold was starting to settle in around them. It would be dark soon, and he thought it would be better if they started heading home.


“Come on Gin, let’s get you home.”


Ginny frowned and turned to face him. “Already? It’s only nine o’clock. I don’t think mum would mind too much if we came in a little bit later, besides I’ve hardly had time alone with you lately.” She whined. “Can’t we stay out a little longer?”

“Obviously you have no idea what it is like dating a girl with five brothers.” He said teasingly pulling her hat out of his coat pocket and squashing it on top of her head. “And obviously you have no idea what it’s like being that girl with five brothers.” Harry snorted. “Well I should hardly think so. Although I’d like to think I would look better in that hat if I was you,” he said. “Augh, why you!” She yelled, and she lunged herself at Harry colliding them backwards into an alleyway.


After a very unenthusiastic fight, which ended in more tickling than punches, there was a loud explosion behind them. Harry grabbed Ginny instinctively and pulled her behind him. “Harry, what was that?” she whispered clutching to Harry’s jacket.

“I don’t know. Don’t make any noise.”

Slowly Harry moved to the edge of the alleyway and looked around the wall. The door to the theater had blown open and two men in black muggle police outfits were holding a petite looking women in a cloak with her hands behind her back. She was a witch, Harry was sure of it.

“Stay here.” Harry said rounding the corner.

The two men were searching her pockets and pulled out her wand. She threw her hands up screamed at them in rage.

“Let go of me you… you muggles!” She cried.

“Ma’am please calm down. You are wanted for questioning by order of the Department of Wizarding Control.”

“The Department of Wizarding what?” She cried indignantly. “Listen here, my name is Miranda Brown, wife of Luther Brown. I am only here for a play. My husband is inside with our daughter, and I only came out for a bit of air. I have not broken any wizarding or muggle law so I demand to know the meaning of this!” She struggled against them trying to grab for her wand.

“Ma’am everything will be explained as soon as we get you into custody, and if you do not stop struggling, under clause 59a of wizarding capture, we are at legal obligation to incapacitate you in which ever way we see appropriate!’ She stopped struggling and looked up at the men in shock.

“b-but,” she whimpered, “I haven’t done anything.”

Suddenly a black van rounded the road and pulled up next to them. Harry ran, but before he could get to them, the men pulled the frightened women into the van and slammed the door shut. He could still hear the tires screech as the van disappeared and Ginny ran to him. “What just happened? Wasn’t that Lavender’s mother?”

“I don’t know,” Harry looked around anxiously at the empty street, “but I think we’d better find Lavender.” 



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