Knockturn Alley Nearly Destroyed!
The Daily Prophet headlines couldn’t have been any louder if they’d been literally screaming. Molly looked across the table at her favorite child.
“Alright, Harry, what did you do?”
“Me? Why would you think I had anything to do with this?” Harry protested innocently.
“Because of the special type of destruction involved,” Molly calmly replied. “It sounds suspiciously like damage that would be caused by certain prank items you and your brothers have invented over the years.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mum.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Right, Harry. And the dark reside left behind on the walls of Borgin and Burkes wasn’t from dungbombs, or that darkness powder your brothers started selling a few years ago.”
“But none of that’s destructive, Mum. Sure, it’s not very pleasant, but—”
“Oh, that was just the distraction. The actual destruction came from wandwork, I’m sure, with most of the pranks merely being misdirection.”
“Now why would you think I was capable of such a thing?” Harry kept hoping his stall tactics would work, but knew he couldn’t really put one over on Molly.
“Because I’ve known you since you were twelve years old. Besides, I know you had help from your brothers. Ron and George would never let you do something so dangerous by yourself, they’d want to be right in the thick of it with you.”
“What are we doing with Harry?” George asked as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Apparently we laid waste to Knockturn Alley last night in our sleep,” Harry replied. “Mum has gotten it into her head that we somehow managed to sneak out in the middle of the night, travel to London, destroy most of Knockturn Alley, and sneak back into the house without anyone hearing us leave or come back, or noticing we were gone.”
“Neat trick, that. It would be a truly great prank if we were able to pull something like that off—of course, that would be impossible, since we were safely tucked into our beds all night,” George remarked.
Just then a bleary-eyed Ron stumbled into the kitchen and headed for the cold box to pour himself some pumpkin juice. Spotting the Daily Prophet on the table, he peered at the headline, and his face brightened.
“Hey, it worked!” he exclaimed, before his brain kicked in and he realised what he’d said. “Um, I mean—”
“Thanks a lot, Ronnikins,” George growled. “We almost had Mum convinced we had nothing to do with it!”
“Oops,” Ron said guiltily.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Molly started in, but before she could get any farther, the three boys were running out the back door, headed for the apparition point.