Attack on Knockturn Alley

The next day, Harry Dursley was awakened by screams coming from the room across the hall. At first thinking someone was being attacked, he quickly got up, pulling out his wand, then blushed as he realized they were definitely not cries of pain. He finished waking up by rubbing his back.(Obviously, the mattresses in this hotel were not made for sleeping on). With a glance, he saw Dark Harry sitting on his own bed, staring at him silently for a while judging by his bored look and the fact that he was fully dressed and ready to go. Apparently, he hadn't found the mattress too uncomfortable.

Harry Dursley cast a Tempus and saw that it was already 11:00. And yet, he was almost as tired as the day before. He really had a problem. Maybe the backlash from his possession. Maybe it was like coming out of a long coma and he needed some readjustment time. He prayed that it was only that, but something deep inside him doubted it.

To regain some energy, he opened a chocolate bar and greedily bit into a piece.

Do you want some? He offered to Dark-Harry.

Dark-Harry nodded. Harry Dursley continued to eat the bar more delicately and added for the attention of his double:

Did you eat something, at least?

He nodded in agreement while the woman in the next room let out a piercing scream that pierced his eardrums.

Exasperated, he dropped his chocolate bar and began to gather his things.

Let's go away.

Where are we going?

Harry Dursley took this simple question like a blow to the stomach, but called upon occlumency to show nothing of his trouble and simply replied:

Anywhere but here. Harry replied. In a quiet place where I could hear myself think, he added after yet another moan of pleasure that this time came from the other room across from theirs.

Once he had made sure that Dark-Harry was well covered by the invisibility cloak and that his face could not be seen under the wide hat he was wearing, he opened the door and went out. In a rather childish act of revenge, before leaving, he took out his wand and began to cast a spell that George Weasley had used against him when he thought he wanted to harm his sister (which was true, but not in the way he thought). However, he stopped abruptly when a blade was pressed against his throat.

Not moved. Murmured a thin voice.

Without even thinking about it, he let out a wave of magic corrupted by the dark lord, which, with a terrible noise, repelled his attacker and destroyed a good part of the floor. The sounds of pleasure disappeared, and a deathly silence filled the room now filled with debris and dust. He then looked around for another attacker and for a sign of life from Dark-Harry (he feared he had inadvertently harmed his protégé). But he was reassured when he felt an invisible hand squeeze his own until it hurt.

Stubborn!

He turned around and saw a half-naked woman coming out of what was left of his irritating neighbors' apartment. She rushed towards what looked like a miniature version of his friend Theodore Nott. The child couldn't have been more than 5 years old and at his feet lay a knife that proved beyond a doubt that he was the attacker.

Harry Dursley let out a sigh and said to his double:

Wait for me there.

Then under the gaze of a naked man and woman who emerged dazed from their room, he joined the woman, who was struggling to stop the blood fromflow from her son's head while shouting with all her might to call a healer.

Move aside, I will treat him.

Without waiting for his response, he placed his wand on his wound and began to chant his healing routine. Immediately, the wound closed.

But instead of the recognition he expected, he saw terror in his mother's eyes. Reflecting on what could frighten her so much, he finally said:

Yes, well, I know what it must look like, but he was the one who attacked me first with his knife. I just acted on reflex. I don't want to harm him, I swear.

The boy then opened his eyes and upon seeing him grabbed his knife and pointed it at him again. Harry Dursley, who had experienced much worse, did not flinch and simply said:

There you see

Teignous, drop that knife. She ordered her son while giving him a sharp slap on the hand. Then she knelt down and said in his direction:

My lord, please forgive my son, I beg you, I don't know what got into him. He shouldn't even be here. And you, apologize.

Reluctantly, the little boy knelt beside his mother, but instead of pleading, he merely gave her a dark look.

Hey! I'm not a lord. Exclaimed Harry Dursley.

But under his astonished gaze, all the occupants of the floor knelt down, trembling with fear.

Yes, if that is your wish, we will not reveal your presence in this place, my lord, we swear it to you. But spare our lives, I beg you. Continued the woman.

Stand up, he asked awkwardly. And get the hell out of here, he ordered angrily to the spectators who hurried to obey.

The woman got up cautiously, but her son did not need to be asked twice. Apparently, he did not appreciate having to kneel before his attacker and savior at all.

He already has the gentle character of the Notts. Harry Dursley commented aloud, thinking nostalgically of his friend with a difficult childhood. Apparently, in this reality, his mother had decided to cheat on her husband rather than commit suicide. Or maybe she had divorced, he thought, seeing the apparent poverty of the mother and the thinness of the child.

In any case, his remark made the woman panic even more. The child then took his knife again and said in a high-pitched voice:

Don't touch mom.

With a careless wave of his hand, Harry Dursley turned the irritating knife into a bouquet of flowers, which he grabbed.

For me, thank you, it was not necessary. Since you asked so nicely, I accept your apologies. Now tell me, why did you call me lord? And why did he attack me? he asked the woman.

Forgive me, I should not have...

Stop, I won't do anything to you. Just answer my question.

Liar. He wanted to use magic to hurt mom, like Joe. Stammered the kid.

Who is Joe? Harry Dursley couldn't help but ask.

Shut up, little fool. Joe is my former pimp, my lord.

Harry did not understand what a computer was doing here, but he did not ask for further explanations. He was starting to get tired of the place and heard that downstairs a crowd of onlookers was beginning to gather.

Well listen, I have nothing to do with your stories. I'm no good at computers and anyway, I prefer Windows. Reparo!

Immediately, the pieces of the floor began to rearrange themselves. He then shouted at the woman and her son:

Don't tell anyone you saw me here. Harry Dursley ordered sharply.

Then he disappeared under the invisibility cloak of his double. The latter welcomed him with a look of admiration to which he paid no attention. They were so small that they easily fit under two, but he had to concentrate to slip through without being noticed in the repaired stairs where wizards in dawn robes began to gather. Once outside, he mingled with the passersby and listened to the whispers.

How many glasses did you drink this morning?

I swear to you, he cast so many Doloris on me that I would recognize his magical signature among a thousand.

Who are you going to make believe that you're still sober after 10:00, dear Jeannot?

I'm sure it was Parseltongue.

We must leave the country.

Germaine quickly opens the shop, we are going to make a fortune

disguised as a child.

He looked like Potter, don't you think?

That bastard Dumbledore will soon get what he deserves.

You will see what we will do to you mudbloods when he gives us back the power, shouted a foul-smelling beggar right next to him.

Disgusted, he fled. Apparently, Voldemort's care routine wasn't in Latin. He left as quickly as possible towards Diagon Alley. He still didn't know where he was going, but he knew there was no way he was spending another night in Knockturn Alley.