Harry slept on the cheap bed.
There was enough candles, and blankets, to keep him warm.
The moon's glow illuminated the sky.
Written on the door were the words: Daisy Dodderidge-Owner, Landlady
He saw her picture.
And he felt safe.
*
The morning's glow of the London weather was full of rain.
Harry Potter opened the door.
He smelled the aroma of food.
Hungry, he ordered some stew, and smiled at the witches, and wizards. He saw the headline in the Daily Prophet; he didn't smile.
SIRIUS BLACK ESCAPES FROM AZKABAN PRISON
Harry saw the wizard.
He had short, black hair, brown eyes, and average height. He wore a beard. He was wearing a tunic, breeches, and wizard boots on his feet. There was something about him that he remembered; something from the bloodline of his true family. He paid three sickles for the stew, and savored the food. It was much better than the foul meals at the Dursleys. Afterwards, he grabbed his owl, and opened the front door of the tavern, and Inn. Other witches watched him leave; others whispered his name. Then they headed to Diagon Alley, as the start of business for the wizarding kind, had already started.
Page 2.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
