Harry Potter and the Triangle Prophecy - Sahits

Soon after, Katie emerged from the corridor leading to the bedrooms and bathroom, lookingfresh as a daisy. She wore her soft brown hair down on her shoulders instead of pulled back,as she did at work. Her hazel eyes shone in her work-tanned face and she wore a simple pinkshirtdress that buttoned down the front with simple strappy sandals that matched her purse.“We should be off! The film starts at nine, so we have time to have a nice meal first.” Harrystarted to walk to the door, but Katie seemed to be moving away from it. “Where are yougoing, Harry?”He frowned. “Where are you going?”“To the fireplace. It’s faster if we Floo to the Leaky Cauldron, and then we can just catch ataxicab to the cinema. I don’t want to take the car into London proper. I’ll drive you homeagain, don’t worry.”“Oh--I didn’t realize--I’m not used to just being able to Floo whenever I like.”She smiled. “Dad just had the flat added to the Network when he found out I was staying thesummer. He doesn’t normally like the idea of just anyone being able to come into his place.”Harry shrugged. “I suppose he has as much reason as anyone not to want too much contactwith the wizarding world.”Katie looked down and away. “So you know about all that, do you?”Harry nodded. “He told me and Draco about it last year. I’m--I’m so sorry about your mum,Katie.”She looked up again and nodded, looking brisk once more. “Well. We should be going.”They stepped into the fireplace one at a time and soon Harry found himself in the LeakyCauldron on a Friday night. It was full of wizards getting drunk at the bar, running poor oldTom ragged. Harry winced at the noise.“We can go eat in one of the dining rooms,” Katie hollered above the racket, and Harrynodded, following her down the corridor. They entered a small dining room where two othertables were already occupied by diners. They looked up casually when Harry and Katieentered, then did a double-take when they saw the scar on his forehead, their heads swivelingnow as they followed Harry’s and Katie’s progress across the room to the table of theirchoice. Harry felt himself redden. He just hoped no press were present, so this wouldn’t windup in the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. He wasn’t even seventeen yet.They sat and Harry turned to glare back at the rubber-neckers, who promptly pretended tohave been staring at the very interesting wallpaper on the wall behind Harry’s head. He andKatie picked up their menus, stifling their laughter, and when they both decided upon roastbeef and Yorkshire pudding, they placed their orders with their plates, which soon afterproduced the food. Harry couldn’t help noticing that Katie had a very healthy appetite. Butthen, she’d been working as hard as he had all week. And yet, her hands looked pretty anddainty and clean as they grasped her knife and fork, and he smiled when he noticed thescattered freckles the sun had brought out on her nose. She looked up and met his eye.36