Ch269- Avery

Ch269- Avery

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Once Mundungus was out of sight, Harry turned his attention back to the rest of the room. The Carrows had moved on to other conversations, their interest in him seemingly waning now that they had assessed him as a potential threat. Harry knew better than to let his guard down around them, but for now, they didn’t seem to pose an immediate danger.

Tonks, on the other hand, was still watching. Harry could feel her eyes on him, even as she pretended to be absorbed in her drink. She was good—probably better than most of the people in this room—but not good enough.

Deciding it was time to make his move, Harry stood up, finishing the last of his butterbeer in one gulp. He made his way toward the door, keeping his pace casual. He could feel someone following, their presence like a shadow at his back.

As he stepped out into the cool night air, Harry took a moment to breathe in deeply, clearing his head. The streets of Knockturn Alley were quieter now, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to the more sinister activities of the night. Harry walked slow and casual, keeping to the shadows as he made his way down the narrow, twisting streets.

Taking a sharp turn into a dark alley, Harry quickly slipped the Invisibility Ring onto his finger, disappearing from view in an instant. He moved silently, positioning himself behind the person who had been tailing him, his wand at the ready. With a quick jab, he pressed the tip of his wand against the person's back.

"Move and you’re done," Harry whispered coldly.

To his surprise, the man who had been following him wasn’t Tonks in disguise. Instead, it was Avery II, the former Death Eater Harry had spotted earlier in the pub. Avery raised his hands slowly, his wand held high in the air, showing no intention of fighting back.

"I just want to talk," Avery said, his voice calm, though there was an edge of desperation in it.

Harry didn’t lower his wand, his eyes narrowing as he took in the man’s appearance. "Talk about what?" he demanded, keeping his tone flat and unyielding.

Avery turned his head slightly, just enough to meet Harry's gaze without making any sudden movements. "I saw you in the pub. Heard you were asking about Bellatrix Lestrange. I’m curious why you’re looking for her."

Harry kept his wand trained on Avery, not trusting him in the slightest. "Why should I tell you anything?"

Avery sighed, sensing that he needed to tread carefully. "Look, I’m not interested in getting involved in whatever business you have with her. I’ve been trying to keep my head down, avoid the mess she’s left behind. But if you’re looking for her, then it’s likely for something important, and that means it’s important for me to know."

Harry studied him for a moment, weighing his options. He could feel that Avery wasn’t lying, but that didn’t mean he could be trusted either. Still, there might be some use in getting more information from him. Lowering his wand slightly, but keeping it ready, Harry asked, "What do you know about Bellatrix’s whereabouts?"

Harry let a sliver of that dark, chilling aura slip through, just enough to make Avery’s knees wobble. "And what if she does manage to bring him back?" Harry's voice was low, carrying a dangerous edge. "Wouldn't the Dark Lord be more than a little displeased to find out you’ve been keeping your head down while he’s been gone?"

Avery swallowed hard, his face paling. "I— I didn’t mean to—"

"Save it," Harry cut him off, his tone cold. "I’ve got no time for excuses. You better start thinking about where your loyalties lie if Bellatrix actually succeeds. Because if she does, you'll be one of the first on her list."

Avery’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He was too terrified to speak, the implications of Harry’s words sinking in. Harry kept his gaze locked on the man, watching as Avery tried to piece together a response, his mind clearly racing.

"Look," Avery finally stammered, desperation creeping into his voice. "I don’t want any part of this. I just want to survive. If she brings him back, I’m done for. I know it."

Harry’s expression didn’t soften. "Then you better make sure she doesn’t. Start thinking about what you can do to help me find her before she gets too far. Because if she does succeed, there won’t be anyplace for you to hide."

Avery nodded frantically, his fear palpable. "I’ll do what I can. Just... just don’t let her bring him back. Please."

Harry didn’t bother with reassurances. He knew Avery would betray him the moment it became convenient. But for now, the man was useful, and Harry intended to keep him in line just long enough to get what he needed.

"Go back to the pub," Harry ordered, his voice hard. "Keep your ears open, and if you hear anything—anything at all—you come straight to me. Got it?"

Avery nodded again, his movements jerky with fear. "Yes, yes, of course. I’ll keep an ear out, I swear."

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