soo...Din't really add much to it, but Loli-popster is going to add some to it later...
It didn’t comfort Harry at all that the shop owners were so miserable and depressed. This made him want to destroy Voldermort even more. And it made him wonder about how much power he had, just by coming back he had sent people into a state of fear and helplessness. Harry couldn’t help think that this is what is must have been like the first time Voldermort came about, causing havoc in the Wizarding and Muggle communities, and how it would only get worse, unless someone did something about it.
These facts made Harry more and more determined to find the Horcruxes as soon as possible.
So now here's a bit more....
Harry made his way back through the Leaky Cauldron and back out into the busy street. Once again Harry had to avoid treading into anyone so that no awkward questions would be asked. After waiting until there was enough room, Harry pulled his leg over his broom to take off. Harry started pushing off the ground, but stopped at the last second. He had seen something out of the corner of his eye. But why did that bother him? There are plenty of people in the street, so why would a sudden movement be brought to his attention above all the others? Then he remembered back to the graveyard.
Is there some sort of connection? Am I being followed?
Wouldn’t be the first time.
But who?
Let’s see: Death Eaters, the Order, that R.A.B. character? Make your pick.
Trying to shake off the feeling for the time being, Harry kicked off the ground and flew off, leaving his follower, whomever that may be, behind.
well, this might be the last part that i write in here. I'm going to start writing a seventh book of my own, and once i finish it i will put it in here so every one can read it. Perhaps someone would like to continue this after my part?
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Flying through the air, Harry thought about Dumbledore’s letter. Why would he write on for him? Did he already know what was to become of him? Did he set up his whole death? Why?
All these questions buzzed through his mind, and it frustrated him that he was unable to answer any of them. Resituating slightly, Harry looked down at the ground, which was far below him. Streetlights twinkled up in the night sky, but Harry could barely see them because of a deep fog that covered all of London.