Chapter Two
'Harry Potter. A pleasure...', Tom Dodderidge, the ancestor of Daisy, the original owner, said.
'May we have some Irish wizard tea for three, please. It's rather early for butter beer', Harry said.
'Aye, it's true', Tom said.
Harry paid six Sickles for the drinks.
'You're rich, Harry', Ron Weasley said.
'My parents, Lily and James Potter, were heroes; my Mother died because she loved me. That is why I survived; that's why I did what was needed to do magic', he said. Other wizards, and witches, were smiling at him. 'Potter, a good lad', a witch said; other witches were whispering in the gloom, as they sat on the cobwebbed seats; dark wizards looked on, as if frowning at the wizard newspaper. And the picture of Bellatrix Lestrange.
'Let's go!', Harry whispered.
And they left the Leaky Cauldron, as a darkness came over London.
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