Diagon Alley had stopped impressing Harry a long time ago. Everything he ever could need in any of the stores he already had, most of them two of, and the darkened lane had little else to offer. There was always the Quidditch supply stores, but he hadn’t ridden a broom in a lot longer then he wanted to remember.... after some of the horrible things he’d seen happen in the air and then rain down upon him had left the skies a place desolate of any of the joy it had once held. Footsteps rang out behind him, and he didn’t bother to turn around to confront his pursuer. If Draco wanted to talk he could do it to the back of his robes or not at all. Traitors were traitors, no matter what side they turned to, and Harry found out that something previously impossible had come to pass- he actually wanted to spend time with Malfoy less then he had before. “Potter!” the arrogant voice rang out as the steps neared, but there was no anxiousness in it. Draco had yelled just loud enough to be heard and added no other emphasis to it. There was a pause, as Harry continued to walk speedily on, unanswering, before again: “Potter!” Harry had just been waiting for Draco to pull his wand and try something, so it came to no surprise as him as he heard Draco’s pants ruffle for a moment. “Freeze, Potter.” With the disarming spell already on his lips, Harry turned hard, raising up the umbrella he carried at his side and prepared to strike it down at Draco’s face. What he was faced with was Malfoy standing still, unarmed and arms crossed over each other, and beaming smirk on his face. Furious with himself for taking the bait, Harry hastily lowered his umbrella and held it back behind his leg, but he didn’t full Draco for a second. “So now I know what happened to your old wand,” Draco said thoughtfully, “but an umbrella? What exactly do you do when it rains?” Ignoring the snide comment tacked on at the end, Harry started at what Draco had said. No one was supposed to know that he’d had to get another wand, and Mr Ollivander had promised not to release any of the information to the public. Had Voldemort’s spies really been that deeply planted that they’d gotten the news back of Fawkes demise and the coinciding shattering of his wand? As usual, Draco read him like a book. “Only a true idiot would leave his house unarmed, especially someone with as many enemies as you. And while you are many things, Potter, an idiot is not one of them. Besides, I could recognize that the wand you left on your table at home wasn’t the one you had at school.” Harry was stunned. Draco had paid enough attention while they were in Hogwarts to remember what kind of wand he had? And why was he looking in his house, no one was even supposed to know where that was! “What do you want, Draco?” Harry growled, getting fed up with his confusion. Draco smiled calmly. “Follow me,” he said, glancing down the pathway towards one of the many gates. “And find out.”